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“Believe me, I know. How do you like the story?” “Go on,” said Ann Veronica, a little hoarsely, “tell me all of it. Meysey Hill—never your wife. \"I guess so. How can he help you?” She threw such a look upon him that even he, Sir John Ferringhall, carpetmerchant, hide-bound Englishman, slow-witted, pompous, deliberate, felt his heart beat to music. It might have been the moon, or the phosphorescence of the broken water, or it might have been his abysmal loneliness; but suddenly he caught her face in his hands and kissed her on the mouth. Why he paid so much attention to Sir James Thornhill may be explained anon. “Don’t come nearer!” she said. ” “Then, by God!” he said, “you’ll be locked up!” Ann Veronica was disconcerted for a moment.
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