“I shall never marry,” said Ann Veronica, resolutely; “I’m not the sort. Love is a great thing, and happiness a joy. ‘You mean that his missus is pretending to be my mistress? Lord-a-mercy!’ ‘Precisely. "His lordship desires me to say—ough! ough!" Fresh groans and hisses. The beautiful gowns and the flashing bare shoulders and arms of the women had disturbed and distressed her. I wonder what it was.
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