I wonder, Ann Veronica, if, when our time comes, we shall be any wiser?” Ann Veronica watched a water-beetle fussing across the green depths. “How crude you are, Anna!” she exclaimed with a little sigh. This lover of yours—” “He doesn’t know!” cried Ann Veronica. Ha! ha! What have I left but despair and madness? Promise me one thing, Mr. He had this thing for his twin daughters.
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