” Her thoughts went into solution for a time, while she listened to a lark singing. ‘Ah, there is the little menace itself,’ he drawled, recovering some of his own sangfroid. “Aunt!” she said, “I can’t—” Then she caught a wild appeal in her aunt’s blue eye, halted, and the door clicked upon them. Whatever anticipation Ann Veronica had formed of this vanished in the reality. “Who can tell?” she said. “Stay where you are for a moment,” she directed.
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