"What is it?" demanded the woollen-draper, as he returned to the table, and took up a glass. The very old lady in the antimacassar touched Ann Veronica’s arm suddenly, and said, in a deep, arch voice: “Talking of love again; spring again, love again. “Do not force me to take you seriously,” she continued.
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