” Ann Veronica opened her lips quickly and did not speak. He might have supposed the fellow would be eager to be rid of the tale, for that he might have longer to enjoy the amenities of the Triumphal Chariot where the meeting had been appointed. "What do you mean by that, sirrah?" cried Wood, reddening with anger. She was introduced, perhaps a little too obviously for her taste, as a girl who was standing out against her people, to a gathering that consisted of a very old lady with an extremely wrinkled skin and a deep voice who was wearing what appeared to Ann Veronica’s inexperienced eye to be an antimacassar upon her head, a shy, blond young man with a narrow forehead and glasses, two undistinguished women in plain skirts and blouses, and a middle-aged couple, very fat and alike in black, Mr. "Your father—poor imbecile!—believes we ran away together. ‘Thought you were going to break in here,’ he said, in an impatient whisper. " She departed reluctantly.
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