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“Are you aware, Ann Veronica, you nearly throttled that gentleman?” Then she reviled her own foolish way of putting it. " "It shall be ready in two hours," answered Jack, seizing a piece of wood and a plane; "it isn't more than four o'clock. She carried herself well, whereas her brother slouched, and there was a certain aristocratic dignity about her that she had acquired through her long engagement to a curate of family, a scion of the Wiltshire Edmondshaws. Yet her aunt, with a ringed hand flitting to her lips and a puzzled, worried look in her eyes, deaf to all this riot of warmth and flitting desire, was playing Patience—playing Patience, as if Dionysius and her curate had died together. “Time for my Patience,” she said. I mean—I mean to do what I can. Very doubtful. She was sorry for his liking her too much for his own good, but her need was too desperate to cavil at turning it to useful account. . “You must arrest me!” she gasped, breathlessly, insisting insanely on a point already carried; “you shall!” The police-station at the end seemed to Ann Veronica like a refuge from unnamable disgraces. ‘Me, I am tout à fait stupide.
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