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Listen to me, Thames. Arrived there, their first object was to seek out Davies, by whom they were conducted to the lady's retreat,—a lone habitation, situated on the outskirts of Saint George's Fields in Southwark. “By God! Ann Veronica,” he said, sighing deeply. With delicate touch he rescued all that was possible of them, and made a careful little parcel. He—” “Here they are!” said Ann Veronica as the bell sounded. We’re handfuls. “Why would she do that? Why does she care? That’s a waste of her time. How is she?” “My sister is quite well, thank you,” she answered. That is why I came to London. CHAPTER XXVII.
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