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"Why, this is your writing Dolly, and addressed to Mr. " "Deferred!" echoed Sheppard. Wood, was examined. ” “I borrowed it,” said Ann Veronica in a casual tone, with white despair in her heart. But the young man with the orange tie remained in his place, disputing whether the body had not something or other which he called its legitimate claims. Applying his ear to the keyhole, Jack listened, but could detect no sound. And Ann Veronica walked beside him, trying in vain to soften her heart to him by the thought of how she had ill-used him, and all the time, as her feet and mind grew weary together, rejoicing more and more that at the cost of this one interminable walk she escaped the prospect of—what was it?—“Ten thousand days, ten thousand nights” in his company. He did not explain what had happened to her.
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