Her foster father had been outside for most of the morning, working on trimming the maple trees and mowing the lawn. Yet her embarrassment was only a passing thing. "You'll not be offended, I hope," returned Wood, drily, "if I say that your voice, your manner, and, above all, your very extraordinary way of laughing, put me strangely in mind of one of the 'droll dogs,' (as you term them,) who helped to perpetrate the outrage I've just described. She flung herself back into the bare little room, cold, empty, comfortless. "Here are some letters, which will let you see what a snake you've cherished in your bosom, you uxorious old dotard," said Blueskin, tossing a packet of papers to Wood, as he followed his leader. "Is it by lettin' you go, my darlin', that I'm to airn it?" inquired Terence. “I’m mostly self-taught. Have you anything to ask me?” Ann Veronica readjusted her mind hastily.
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