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‘I don’t want a list of all the nuns resident in your wretched convent. “I shall never marry,” said Ann Veronica, resolutely; “I’m not the sort. He allowed his voice to drip with sympathy. She attended to that, and then dismissed it as unimportant. ’ ‘You mean I need not have said it? Damnation. His shirt was unfastened, his vest unbuttoned, his hose ungartered; his feet were stuck into a pair of pantoufles, his arms into a greasy flannel dressing-gown, his head into a thrum-cap, the cap into a tie-periwig, and the wig into a gold-edged hat. Capes went first, finding footholds and, where the drops in the strataedges came like long, awkward steps, placing Ann Veronica’s feet. . ’ ‘If he has a bullet inside of him,’ said the sergeant stolidly, ‘there ain’t no one can take it out better nor me. They had chosen to deliberately and wickedly insult a lady who had done her best to entertain them for many weeks.
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