Little more’n a week. “So you’re the one my son has been talking about. And I’m off to America, and if my steamer goes to the bottom of the Atlantic I’ll thank the Lord for it. Knives were worse, especially when you were stabbed back and left traces of your own blood at the crime scene. Things now began to wear so serious a aspect that a messenger was secretly despatched to the Savoy for troops, and in half an hour a regiment of the guards arrived, who by dint of great exertion succeeded in partially dispersing the tumultuous assemblage. It would have been a crisis anyhow, but it was complicated in Ann Veronica’s mind by the fact that a letter lay on the breakfast-table from Mr. "Aw, piffle!" he said, half aloud and rather disgustedly, as he stepped out into the sunshine. For a time he would be the grim Protestant Flagellant, pursuing the idea of self-castigation.
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