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Mr. ” And Ann Veronica’s face was hot. The streets were deserted as they drove past familiar sites. Funny codgers, aren't they?" he said. White assented. Heaven knows what dim and tawdry conceptions of passion and desire were in that blond cranium, what romance-begotten dreams of intrigue and adventure! but they sufficed, when presently Ann Veronica went out into the darkling street again, to inspire a flitting, dogged pursuit, idiotic, exasperating, indecent. And I've made up my mind that a husband ought to believe only half that he hears, and nothing that he sees. . " And, as if to make the moral more obvious, a dirty pack of cards was scattered, underneath, upon the sawdust. Fine woman, Lady Trafford—a little on the wane though.
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