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"Sorry you're obliged to keep your word. She reached a tiny yellow-fronted cottage covered with flowering creepers, and entered the front room by the wide-open window. Perhaps that is why I lost my ambition. Ann Veronica took off her jacket and sat down in the corner chair, and leaned forward to look into the great hazy warm brown cavity of the house, and Ramage placed his chair to sit beside her and near her, facing the stage. ’ It was thus in stony silence that the pair traversed the short distance to Stratton Street, where Roding knocked on the major’s door and entered a pleasant woodpanelled hall, with his prisoner firmly in tow. Yes!" she screamed, "these are his father's features! It is—it is my son!" "Mother!" cried Thames; "are you, indeed, my mother?" "I am, indeed—my own sweet boy!" she sobbed, pressing him tenderly to her breast. That terrible laughter, just before his senses had left him! Why? Here was a word that volleyed at her from all directions, numbed and bewildered her: the multiple echoes of her own first utterance of the word. ” The topic of his invalid wife bored him, and he turned at once to Ann Veronica. After all, it came to him suddenly as a harsh discovery that she might be in a sense regarded as grownup. He offered me at once an engagement.
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