“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. And it is not at all his affair. My name is Annabel, not Anna. Of course I knew all about him years ago, and he is exactly like everybody’s description of him. But after that it was easy.
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