Jack's complexion was that of a gipsy; Darrell's as fresh and bright as a rose. He had finally put aside The Lilac Sunbonnet, gone into his study, lit the gas fire, and written the letter that had brought these unsatisfactory relations to a head. “Let me think,” said Ann Veronica. I will be very well without him. While you talked I was only making our plans.
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