‘She won’t. It might be that the boy had taken one drink too many, or someone had given him knock-out drops. “Veronique!” she cried with a rising intonation, though never before had she called Ann Veronica anything but Miss Stanley, and seized her and squeezed her and kissed her with profound emotion. Pile it on! But if you can hear the voice of the mote, the speck, don't let her suffer for anything I've done.
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