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. “You must arrest me!” she gasped, breathlessly, insisting insanely on a point already carried; “you shall!” The police-station at the end seemed to Ann Veronica like a refuge from unnamable disgraces. John moved closer to her, getting up from his roost by one bench, he joined her at the bench where she sat. This lapse was possibly due to her apparent determination to make full protest of Hilary’s conduct. " This went on for ten days. Do you know what? You're some sea goddess and you're only fooling us. I take more than their blood, John.
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