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” “I thought I explained—” “Come home!” Ann Veronica shrugged her shoulders. To his consternation, she was holding an unwieldy, ugly-looking pistol, all wood and tarnished steel, with both hands about the butt. “I must explain to her. "To-night, your ladyship?" ventured an elderly domestic. ” “Very well,” the man answered. He installed Anna in a comfortable easy chair, and placed his own between her and the door. Those were dreams. Somebody to depend upon her; somebody to have need of her, if only for a little while. Bullding?” “Stout old gentleman four places down on the left. . ” He coughed gently.
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