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It was one of those old sliding trap affairs, narrow and steep of descent. He stopped in mid-sentence, and Ann Veronica opened the door for her aunt. Master Thames Ditton, I'll do your biddin'; and you, Misther Quilt Arnold, may do your worst, I defy you. ” “I want a vote,” said Ann Veronica. “But why,” he said in the gasping voice of one subduing an agony, and looked at her from under a pain-wrinkled brow, “why did you not tell me this before?” “I didn’t know—I thought I might be able to control myself.
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