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” He looked at her with white, set face. Great vistas of history opened, and she and her aunt were near reverting to the primitive and passionate and entirely indecorous arboreal—were swinging from branches by the arms, and really going on quite dreadfully—when their arrival at the Palsworthys’ happily checked this play of fancy, and brought Ann Veronica back to the exigencies of the wrappered life again. We'll get together this afternoon; and you can pretend that I am your father. “Mr. ’ He fitted the hat onto her head, and was aware as he did so of her eyes watching his face. His eyes were small and grey; as far apart and as sly-looking as those of a fox. Ann Veronica sat back with a sigh of relief.
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