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I—I hurt myself. "Don't fire," cried the latter. So it does. ” “I sent a telegram, aunt,” said Ann Veronica. "Only sprained it a little, that's all," answered Thames; "the pain will go off presently. All through the love music of the second act, until the hunting horns of Mark break in upon the dream, Ann Veronica’s consciousness was flooded with the perception of a man close beside her, preparing some new thing to say to her, preparing, perhaps, to touch her, stretching hungry invisible tentacles about her. She saw me, and, Lady Ferringhall, I shall never forget her look as long as I live. "But you mustn't indulge these gloomy thoughts. I'm ready to bear it all. At no time did she feel bodily or mental fatigue. ” She glared at him balefully. —Give me the letters, my love," she added aloud, and in her most winning accents; "they're some wicked forgeries.
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