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He stopped in mid-sentence, and Ann Veronica opened the door for her aunt. ‘This is altogether insupportable!’ She dug a hand into the recesses of the petticoat of her riding habit and a moment later Gerald found himself once again confronting the barrel of her overlarge and tarnished pistol. Heaven knows what dim and tawdry conceptions of passion and desire were in that blond cranium, what romance-begotten dreams of intrigue and adventure! but they sufficed, when presently Ann Veronica went out into the darkling street again, to inspire a flitting, dogged pursuit, idiotic, exasperating, indecent. The latter appeared to contain several papers, which Jack carefully put by, in the hope that they might turn out of importance in a scheme of vengeance which he meditated against the thief-taker. His pulses beat fast as he walked, his feet fell lightly upon the pavement. ‘You cannot be always with me. “These clothes are French, and I’m sure this floppy bow would make a Frenchman of me anyhow. It's fortunate we've no more Jack Sheppards, or I should stand but a poor chance. I will dedicate my books to you. Like appendicitis. Don't shake so. “I wish he had,” she said. “Yeah, but I have two brothers. She had found him! Excitement welled.
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