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“You cowards!” said Ann Veronica, “put her down!” and tore herself from a detaining hand and battered with her fists upon the big red ear and blue shoulder of the policeman who held the little old lady. Very slowly, very fearfully, she turned her head. “By God! Ann Veronica,” he said, sighing deeply. You are not playing to-night, are you?” “Not to-night,” she answered. . Your lamented mother, whose loss I shall ever deplore, perceived my passion and encouraged it. It was really very jolly to talk to a man in this way—who saw the woman in her and did not treat her as a child. She came along with the fluttering assurance of some tall ship. I am fairly well hardened in iniquity—your iniquity, Annabel—but I decline to have a husband thrust upon me. How little he knew about Ruth—the background from which she had sprung! He knew that her father was a missioner, that her mother was dead, that she had been born on this island, and that, at the time of his collapse, she had been on the way to an aunt in the States. ” Miss Stanley rose and regarded Ann Veronica fixedly. The clouds were nearly black with rain, threatening to spill sleet in daggers and torrents. All through the night an entirely impossible and monumental Capes confronted her, and she argued with him about men and women.
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