Well, I'd no idea," she continued, pursuing her ruminations as she left the room, "that people of quality laughed so. “Not for these things, O Ann Veronica, have you revolted,” it said; “and this is not your appropriate purpose. But native! She must watch out. It was debauching, this—a devilish art which drew such strange allurements from a face and figure almost Madonna-like in their simplicity. He could have easily forced it, but preferred a more expeditious mode of reaching the roof which suggested itself to him. Ann Veronica sat firelit by her tea-tray with, quite unconsciously, the air of an expert hostess.
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