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Ramage leaned over the gate at Ann Veronica’s side, and for a moment there was silence. A pane of glass was shivered by each stone. When he tried the scullery door, and would have moved on, Hilary intervened. A lovely, fetching girl. E. She was an indignant queen, no doubt she was alarmed and disgusted within limits; but she was highly excited, and there was something, some low adventurous strain in her being, some element, subtle at least if base, going about the rioting ways and crowded insurgent meeting-places of her mind declaring that the whole affair was after all—they are the only words that express it—a very great lark indeed. We simply can’t get away. The kindly American consul-general had himself taken her to the bank, where her banknotes had been exchanged for a letter of credit, and had thoroughly advised her. Ann Veronica said nothing. His face was half hidden under a freshly pipeclayed sola topee—sun-helmet. She decided to call in the help of Teddy Widgett, or, failing him, of one of his sisters. She assumed with a kind of mesmeric force all the propositions that Ann Veronica wanted her to define. "That's for Winifred," vociferated the Amazon, bringing the cudgel heavily upon his shoulder.
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