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“For Heaven’s sake, Dunster, don’t let her out of the carriage, or hansom, or whatever she came in. Hill sat up on the pavement and mopped the blood from his cheek. Gods! what it must be to pour out strong, splendid verse—mighty lines! mighty lines! If I do, Ann Veronica, it will be you. There it is—against you. “Are you feeling okay?” “Just fine. Ann Veronica had had some training at the Tredgold College in disentangling threads from confused statements, and she had a curious persuasion that in all this fluent muddle there was something—something real, something that signified. She shuddered, adding confidentially, ‘You wouldn’t get me in there now, mind.
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