She told you —the truth. At the back of the house, on a bank, rose an old-fashioned terrace-garden, full of apple-trees and other fruittrees in blossom, and lively with the delicious verdure of early spring. She suspected that he would take a mistress just as soon as they returned to Florence. She had the same sharp nose—which, indeed, only Ann Veronica, of all the family, had escaped. Of his own certain knowledge he could tell them that. Let us pass, Sir. He was sipping a glass of cold gin and water, and smoking a short black pipe. Wood. She was only trying to distract you so that she might escape.
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