Crossing several fields, newly mown, or filled with lines of tedded hay, she arrived, not without great exertion, at the summit of a hill. “Why could you not confide in us?” “Do what?” said Ann Veronica. ‘Hilary, thank God! Have you a pistol about you? Or better yet, your sword. “And somehow or other,” she added, after a long interval, “I must pay Mr. Pearls too! I mean it. He has nothing to fall back upon, no substitute; but a woman always has the mother love.
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