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“My dear Miss Stanley, when I talked to you the other afternoon of work and politics and such-like things, my mind was all the time resenting it beyond measure. There!" Out of the dark unruffled sapphire of the lagoon came vertical flashes of burning silver, singly and in groups. She descended down the stairs of the house, sidestepping the refuse from bingedrinking teenagers that was strewn everywhere. Here was one that subtly mocked her. " "My mind's made up," rejoined Jack, coldly,—"we part to-night. I don't know anything about you. “Your little flag of pride must flutter down with the rest of them, Ann Veronica.
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