” “That’s rather the theory now,” said Ann Veronica. His face was half hidden under a freshly pipeclayed sola topee—sun-helmet. What a mercy that the blow aimed at her by the ruffian, Wild, though it brought her to the brink of the grave, should have restored her to reason! Ah! she stirs.
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