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They were silent for a time. Relief flooded her. He was ruffled, and his ears were red, no doubt from some adjacent controversy. He talked very little and rather absently. Their conversation hung. ‘Eh bien. ” “I’ve been clearing up,” said Ann Veronica, brightly. ‘Would you care for some refreshment? A glass of wine, perhaps?’ ‘Nothing, merci, I do not remain,’ she answered, although she did not rise. I can be a gentleman. It will be necessary to secure his companion; and as you say he is not in the house, some caution must be used in approaching him, or he may chance to take to his heels, for he's a slippery little rascal. The recollection of the forlorn and loveless years—stirred into consciousness by the unexpected confrontation—bent her as the high wind bends the water-reed. The passion of pent-up speech compelled action of some sort.
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