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Still he looked hale and hearty, and the country life he led had imparted a ruddier glow to his cheek. “I’m just off, aunt,” said Ann Veronica. But she must not laugh. She got up, drew up her blind, and stared out of window at a dawn-cold vision of chimneys for a time, and then went and sat on the edge of her bed. Maggot. Grasping it firmly with both hands, he quickly wrenched if from the stones in which it was mortised, and leapt to the ground. It was not due to shyness: it was the inherent instinct of the Woman, a protective fear that she must retain some elements of mystery in order to hold the interest of the male. His five o’clock shadow was bristly against her fingers.
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