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As she talked, the drift and significance of what she was saying shaped itself slowly to Ann Veronica’s apprehension. "Are you a poltroon, after all?" "That's it! I ought to have died that night!" "Or is there a taint of insanity in your family history? Alone and practically penniless like yourself! You weren't even stirred by gratitude. She was not squeamish—although the sight of the sergeant’s ominous preparations had severely tried her fortitude—but Kimble’s white face plagued her conscience. . She admired and rather pitied him, and she was unfeignedly grateful to him. His relation of the murder of Sir Rowland petrified even his fierce auditors. The trio finally arrived home at 3:48 in the morning, and she saw lights that indicated the awareness of some of the nosier Beck neighbors. " "Let them attempt it, if they dare!" cried Mrs. .
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