” “I want a vote,” said Ann Veronica. Stanley, produced a portrait from its hiding-place in the jewel-drawer under the mirror. “It may be her salvation. ” The strain in her face was visible as she tried to remember. "And now," cried Jack, leaping up, "for an achievement, compared with which all I have yet done shall be as nothing!" CHAPTER XVII. He was Julian five years younger, the spitting image.
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