" "He's no such thing!" cried Mrs. Miss Stanley walked round the garden thinking, and presently house and garden reverberated to Ann Veronica’s slamming of the front door. Then, her body still tense with the atoms of anger, she sat down upon the edge of the bed and rocked from side to side. “She wasn’t sane, my wife. That's a queer yarn.
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