Woman's love of silk is not set by fashion; it is bred in the bone; and somewhere, somehow, a woman will have her bit of silk. At this juncture, and just as a cuckoo-clock in the corner struck sis, Jack Sheppard walked into the room, with the packing-case under his arm. Ann Veronica readjusted her chin on her hand. I want you to think of me just as if I was a man, and quite outside marriage altogether.
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