A bobbing lantern, crossing the bridge—for she had not drawn the curtain—attracted her attention. ” “I wish,” said Ann Veronica, with sudden anger, “that you could know what it is to live in a pit!” She stood up as she spoke, and put down her cup beside Miss Garvice’s. "What do you want with me?" "A word in private," replied the other. I shall ride to St. ” She took the pocket-book and looked up at him with a little impulsive movement. There was now a girl in the picture, so it seemed. \"Do you want a snack?\" \"No thanks. “Very well,” said Ann Veronica, with an air of concluding the discussion. And it had not shocked her! It was this appalling absence of indignation that had put terror into her heart.
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