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Outside the post-office stood a nohatted, blond young man in gray flannels, who was elaborately affixing a stamp to a letter. Glancing towards him she saw that a shadow had fallen upon his face. “Mr. Ann Veronica’s tense nerves started, and she stood still with her eyes upon him, wondering what it might be that impended. But his treasured dream lay shattered at his feet. “Molly and you settled about the rooms. She had changed into dungarees herself and kept her hair as it was. “I don’t see there’s any getting away from the fact that you and I love each other,” he said, slowly. He had an appointment in Jersey, you know, after he left the army. A nurse came hurrying up. Here they remained till midnight when, calling for their reckoning and their steeds, they left the house. The rear of the party was brought up by a large, powerfully-built man, with a bluff, honest, but rugged countenance, slashed with many a cut and scar, and stamped with that surly, sturdy, bull-dog-like look, which an Englishman always delights to contemplate, because he conceives it to be characteristic of his countrymen. ” Anna shivered a little.
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