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Visible underneath his collar were some metal tags. “At the Tredgold Women’s College,” said Ann Veronica. Stanley, putting his hands on the table in the manner rather of a barrister than a solicitor, and regarding her balefully through his glasses with quite undisguised animosity, asked, “And may I presume to inquire, then, what you mean to do?—how do you propose to live?” “I shall live,” sobbed Ann Veronica. “There are two things to be done,” he said softly to himself. She had been careless. ’ Fire enveloped Charvill’s mind and he brought up his cane, pointed like a musket.
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