Ann Veronica had had some training at the Tredgold College in disentangling threads from confused statements, and she had a curious persuasion that in all this fluent muddle there was something—something real, something that signified. She had neither the semi-boisterousness of the average American girl nor the chilling insolence of the English. “Not a bit of it. "Zounds! what's that!" he cried, as the noise of a scuffle was heard behind them. She tried not to notice how much attention Martin Chen had been paying her, but he had been bold enough to speak to her the other day. But he might have broken out of prison, and yet not got over the wall of Clerkenwell Bridewell. ‘As to Gérard, I do not know why he does this. A man's laced hat,—whether adopted from the caprice of the moment, or habitually worn, we are unable to state,—cocked knowingly on her head, harmonized with her masculine appearance.
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