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“But my dear Ann Veronica, you will be getting into debt!” Ann Veronica at once, and with a feeling of immense relief, took refuge in her dignity. She recognized him as the man who had blundered into the wrong room. I felt his heart. This last operation was so fatiguing, that for a short time he was obliged to pause to recover the use of his fingers. He was entranced as she walked towards him. Lord help him! he's the very image of his father. “Damned Rascal!” he said. A new thought checked her steps and she froze. She had been obliged to spend the night in that fateful bedchamber, the faithful Kimble—who had foraged at a nearby inn, bringing back a large pie and a jug of porter for his mistress—guarding the door outside. He began a jerky, broken conversation that lasted until they reached the station, and left her puzzled at its drift and meaning.
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