"What does he say?" roared the long drover. ” “What did you say?” “I said, ‘My dear Veronica! how can you think of such things?’” “And then?” “She had two more cups of tea and some cake, and told me of her walk. ” Anna looked for a moment steadily at her sister, whose face was still averted. He cannot. But if he speaks—I fear what he may tell. How did you get your luggage out of the house? Wasn’t it—wasn’t it rather in some respects—rather a lark? It’s one of my regrets for my lost youth.
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