"Leave me to my fate," rejoined Jack. ’ You used to declare that you hated the name. Help—should she need it—from the natives was out of the question. Then she fell into a fever of remorse for the habit of bad language she had acquired. Ann Veronica stood in the twilight room staring at the door that had slammed upon her aunt, her pocket-handkerchief rolled tightly in her hand. To-night she had a curious feeling that she stood upon the threshold of some change.
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