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She took it for granted Ann Veronica wore stays—mild stays, perhaps, but stays, and thought no more of the matter. Gerald stood quite still for a moment or two, listening intently. ‘It is you who is the fool,’ she threw at him, whipping round again. Had she not seen them go forth with tracts in their pockets and grins in their beards? To set fire to his imagination, to sting his sense of chivalry into being, to awaken his manhood, she must present some irresistible project. ‘One of your countrymen, perhaps?’ The girl clammed up, the moon of her white face staring up at him in the darkness. " "Not quite," rejoined the thief-taker, significantly. "But don't ever let me see them again. I decided to go in and wait. The aunt rushed over to her nephew, knelt and wrapped him in her arms.
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