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He carried a small bag. ’ Dieu du ciel, but she was a fool. 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. But finding his hints totally disregarded, he, at length, swaggered up to the table, and thrust in a chair. She had to explain about and pay off that forty pounds.
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