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“Indeed,” she said, “I would not. ’ ‘I beg your pardon?’ said Miss Froxfield frostily. He delayed the blow till the fortunate conjuncture was past. "I have done nothing—nothing to what I could do—to what I will do!" "You've done quite enough," rejoined Austin; "more than you'll ever do again. “I can’t endure it,” she said. I’m in a mess—a nasty mess! a filthy mess! Oh, no end of a mess! “Do you hear, Ann Veronica?—you’re in a nasty, filthy, unforgivable mess! “Haven’t I just made a silly mess of things? “Forty pounds! I haven’t got twenty!” She got up, stamped with her foot, and then, suddenly remembering the lodger below, sat down and wrenched off her boots. He was also, had she known it, more than a little insincere.
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