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“As things are at present,” she said, “it is true. It would have saved me much circumlocution, and you some suspense. ” End of the Project Gutenberg EBook of Ann Veronica, by H. The only mercy you can show me is to kill me. “Accident! She shot me,” he muttered. “And now,” she said, splintering the surviving piece of coal into indignant flame-spurting fragments with one dexterous blow, “what am I to do? “I’m in a hole!—mess is a better word, expresses it better. It keeps dangling in front of my eyes. The evening breeze came; the bamboo shades on the veranda clicked and rasped; the loose edges of the manuscript curled. Many’s the bullets I’ve dug out of fellows in my time. “Will you tell Sydney that I will see him in the morning,” he said.
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