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“My dear,” she said, when she could get her breath, “you must come home at once. Think, ma’am. ” Her hands fell to her side. “I don’t care,” said Ann Veronica to the darkness; “I’ll fight it. So far as the eye could reach, the white level road, with its fringe of elm-trees, was empty. "Here, Bess, give me the cord, and I'll tie him to this chest of drawers. “And now,” said Ann Veronica surveying her apartment with an unprecedented sense of proprietorship, “what is the next step?” She spent the evening in writing—it was a little difficult—to her father and— which was easier—to the Widgetts. “My friends,” she said, “my dear friends, I am going to make the same answer to all of you—and that is perhaps you will say no answer at all. Mrs. I'm one of those unfortunate duffers who have too much imagination—the kind who build their own chimeras and then run away from them. ‘Come, cry a truce.
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