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\" Said John as he piled the papery remnants of their meal onto the tray. “And think, think”—her voice sank —“of the horrible coarseness!” “What coarseness?” said Ann Veronica. “If only Sir John were not Sir John I would ask you to come and have some supper. "Mark me," said Jack, sternly; "I have twice broken out of this prison in spite of all your precautions. ” “You forget,” she said, looking up at him with a faint smile, “that under the cloak of her name I am earning more money a week than I could ever have earned in a year by my own labours. Hurt beyond what he could imagine by the selfishness and pride of her forbears, whose fateful disputes had robbed her of the life she should have led, the plucky little devil had taken matters into her own hands. She had denied it with vigor, and here she was! She did not so much exhaust this general question as pass from it to her insoluble individual problem again: “What am I to do?” She wanted first of all to fling the forty pounds back into Ramage’s face. I'm thinking that the Wastrel was one day a celebrated professional; and the women were partly the cause of his fall. She had just managed to reach it, grabbing for the handle, when the enemy’s cracked command halted her. . He found himself growing hoarse yelling over the music, but it also situated him to lean towards her to put his hand on her ear to aid her hearing.
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