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” “I do it—of my own free will,” said Ann Veronica, kissing his hand again. "If I had, you'd not have seen me here," replied Jack, sullenly. ’ Her face fell. With some difficulty he contrived to raise her to the window, and with still greater difficulty to squeeze her through it—her bulk being much greater than his own. Ann Veronica, with a sigh at the cost of hospitality, made a hasty negotiation for an extra tea and for a fire in the groundfloor apartment, and preened herself carefully for the interview. There was a young lad ahead of her. Probably some woman on the loose; they were as thick as flies over here—dizzy blondes. “My husband!” she laughed a little derisively. Hearing the approach of the rider, Mr. ” “I could have said more. It was an overcast day, albeit not foggy, and the electric light shades glowed warmly, and an Italian waiter with insufficient English took Ramage’s orders, and waited with an appearance of affection. It was in the quiet streets and squares toward Oxford Street that it first came into her head disagreeably that she herself was being followed. She was noisy and hilarious and enthusiastic, and her hair was always abominably done.
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