That is why I called myself Anna. Ann Veronica found herself walking back down the Avenue that had just been the scene of her first proposal beside her aunt, and speculating for the first time in her life about that lady’s mental attitudes. “That cannot happen!” She replied, feeling her world start to disintegrate underneath her feet. She did not remember him, but he said that he had introduced himself to her when she was visiting the butcher's family. At the bottom of her heart she was not a bit afraid of Ramage. It would hurt no one. She had been obliged to spend the night in that fateful bedchamber, the faithful Kimble—who had foraged at a nearby inn, bringing back a large pie and a jug of porter for his mistress—guarding the door outside.
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