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The young lady in the bureau said she would inquire, and Ann Veronica, while she affected to read the appeal on a hospital collecting-box upon the bureau counter, had a disagreeable sense of being surveyed from behind by a small, whiskered gentleman in a frock-coat, who came out of the inner office and into the hall among a number of equally observant green porters to look at her and her bags. There was a confused impression of livery carriages and whips with white favors, people fussily wanting other people to get in before them, and then the church. I needn't tell you to tread carefully. ” “It is,” he replied, “the one humiliation of my life. No idea that you were here, though. Of the vast mass of these impressions Ann Veronica could make nothing at the time; there they were—Fact! She stored them away in a mind naturally retentive, as a squirrel stores away nuts, for further digestion. “I’ve tried to make words tell it. He hoped he would get to see the two suitors face off over Lucy. He was no match for Brendon. "Zounds!" cried Kneebone, furiously. The three of them laughed joyously.
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