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“Listen! There was a Meysey Hill in Paris, an American railway millionaire. ‘—and I love your raven hair, and your bright blue eyes, and your very kissable lips—’ suiting the action to the words ‘—and I love the crazy way you speak English, and the way you curse at me. If it is that I am in the least French, and that you do not like it—’ ‘I don’t like it,’ snapped the old man. He had set out to win her, and she had let him start. ” “I am sorry,” said Ann Veronica. "So, stir your stumps, Saint Giles; and, if you mean to lock us up, use despatch. ” “Well, I take it we’re straight again,” said Capes with a note of relief, and assumed an easier position on the edge of her table. "Vell, vell," growled Sharples, after he had listened to the other's remonstrances, "it shall be done. She pulled herself together and put her eye to the eye-piece.
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