The old woman told him she had no such article to dispose of, but recommended him to a neighbouring blacksmith. She could still remember his face, the perpetually wet lips that turned down at the sides, his drooping Roman eyes. It was, Ann Veronica felt, as a sip or so of that remarkable blend warmed her blood, just the sort of thing that her aunt would not approve, to be lunching thus, tete-a-tete with a man; and yet at the same time it was a perfectly innocent as well as agreeable proceeding. I am fairly well hardened in iniquity—your iniquity, Annabel—but I decline to have a husband thrust upon me. “So you’d best open your coffers.
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