Fancy, as they say hereabouts!" What had aroused this open-air monologue was a small tin sign in a window. His brows drew a little nearer together. “Fred,” he said, “do you remember taking me to dinner at the ‘Ambassador’s,’ one evening last September, to meet a girl who was singing there? Hamilton and Drummond and his lot were with us. Stanley, and was so evidently pleased that Ann Veronica’s heart smote her. “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.
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