“Hello!” said Ann Veronica, with arms akimbo and a careless, breathless manner. There was an air of repressed gaiety in her actions: the sense of freedom had returned; her heart was empty again. But I've not promised to stand by him yet; nor will I, unless he turns out an honest lad,—mind that. Ann Veronica was not ready enough to deal with that counter-stroke. I was his wife. I made a wrong choice, it seems—but my voice remains. It dawned upon him that he had been abominably used by Ann Veronica. But De Maupassant—sheer off! Stick to Dickens and Thackeray and Hugo.
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