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The chair had extension arms over which a man might comfortably dangle his legs. “Ann Veronica is looking very well, don’t you think?” he said, a little awkwardly. We have both tried hard to develop it—you and I —and we have failed. The life with which he had endued these sheets of paper began to beckon imperiously. But it strikes me there's a nigger in the woodpile somewhere, as you Yankees say. Ann Veronica pushed aside a tea-cup and the vestiges of her strawberries and cream, and put her elbows before her on the table. "Then it is not too late to save him. And instead he found her playing the great lady, and playing it well. By the time he had reached St. Annabel, I cannot believe it.
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