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" The woollen-draper made no answer, but hastily starting up, bolted the door. “Soon enough, John. ’ Mrs Sindlesham shook with laughter. But if only you will come I do not care. Yet she could not bring herself to hate the girl, or even Gianfrancesco, the one who would have sent her to her death more than once. “Well, rather,” said Ann Veronica. The sound of their strident voices floated upwards, the high nasal note of the predominant Americans, the shrill laughter of girls quick to appreciate the wit of such of their male companions as thought it worth while to be amusing. To even presume a lustful thought about her was to ask for one’s own death. No, this was not reasonable. The clock struck half-past ten.
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