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” Ann Veronica listened with her eyes on the fire. I've bumped into so much of the underside that I can't see clean any more. And they could talk, they found; and never once, it seemed, did their meaning and intention hitch. It was the size of my palm. ” Ann Veronica looked at the mildly pensive gray eyes and the comfortable, rather refined face with a penetrating curiosity. “You must arrest me!” she gasped, breathlessly, insisting insanely on a point already carried; “you shall!” The police-station at the end seemed to Ann Veronica like a refuge from unnamable disgraces.
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