"I've been wondering, until this morning, if you were real. Sir John, by instinct and training, was an unimaginative person. The scrutiny of any strange man provoked a sweaty terror. E. The aunt laughed. Heaven knows what dim and tawdry conceptions of passion and desire were in that blond cranium, what romance-begotten dreams of intrigue and adventure! but they sufficed, when presently Ann Veronica went out into the darkling street again, to inspire a flitting, dogged pursuit, idiotic, exasperating, indecent. Then, presto! What a dreary lot they are when the revellers lay aside the motley! Ruth had come from a far South Sea isle. Immediately after it, he was off again, and that, let me tell you, was the last anyone saw of him.
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