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’ ‘Comment? You wish to murder me?’ ‘No, I wish to beat you,’ he retorted. ” “That’s a question of detail,” said Ann Veronica. ‘But I have told you. 207 She romanced a dark-haired farmer a few times, having long since forgotten his name. She didn’t like the shops, she didn’t like the other women’s faces; she thought the smirking men in frock-coats who dominated these establishments the most intolerable persons she had ever had to face. It was cramped even at the end of the passage. “Garçon,” he said, “will you ask the gentleman at the next table if he will do me the honour of taking a glass of wine with me. " "Understand what?" "You or this girl.
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