None of the things they said and did were altogether new to Ann Veronica, but now she got them massed and alive, instead of by glimpses or in books—alive and articulate and insistent. "Shall I take the babby home with me!" persisted Wood, in a tone between jest and earnest. “Don’t you know?” “Oh! I know—” “Well—” Her face was an unaccustomed pink.
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