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Anna, why will you persist in this single-handed combat with life?” “Don’t!” she cried. When she saw Ann Veronica she stood for a moment as if entranced, and then advanced with outstretched hands. That is good. His shirt was unfastened, his vest unbuttoned, his hose ungartered; his feet were stuck into a pair of pantoufles, his arms into a greasy flannel dressing-gown, his head into a thrum-cap, the cap into a tie-periwig, and the wig into a gold-edged hat. Wild," said the turnkey, trembling in every joint. “For no other reason than you talk too much. "I've got to see him; but I'll be reasonable. The crowner's 'quest sat on her yesterday—and if she hadn't been proved out of her mind, she would have been buried at four lane-ends. Life’s hard enough nowadays for an unprotected male. But he had now lost the precise spot; and thinking he had examined the drain, turned his attention to another quarter.
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