Then I tucked it nice and snug under the saddle-bag. ‘Come, cry a truce. “You delicate female!” “Who cares,” said Ann Veronica, “seeing it’s you? Warm, soft little wonders! Of course I want them. Sometimes these dreams are simple and tender; sometimes they are magnificent. Then she was turning, ignoring the muttered cursing and the rattling that immediately ensued at the door.
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