She lost it in the Mint. It was as if she had grown right past her father into something older and of infinitely wider outlook, as if he had always been unsuspectedly a flattened figure, and now she had discovered him from the other side. It was like pouring a strong acid over dulled metal. “You are not going out—this evening, I trust,” that lady asked, a trifle dismayed. “Vee!” said Miss Stanley, “you hear what your father says!” Miss Stanley struggled with emotion. The latter seemed inclined to advance and address the former; but suddenly changing his mind, he shouted to his companion in tones familiar to the stranger's ear; and, striking spurs into his steed, dashed off at full speed along the Edgeware Road. "Don't think to deceive me by your false pretences. They're gone into the next room. A dull light shone through the open window blinds and softened the room with parchment yellowness. “I never dreamt!” she said. He was an officer, and a person of very great sense, and altogether a desirable parti. ” Ann Veronica made no answer. "Gentlemen of the Mint," said the orator, "when I was first called, some fifty years ago, to the important office I hold, there existed across the water three places of refuge for the oppressed and persecuted debtor.
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