” She seated herself in a loose and easy attitude and surveyed the backs of the Avenue houses; then her eyes wandered to where the new red-and-white villas peeped among the trees. Jackson and Mr. Wood's bed-chamber—it was locked, with the key left in it. “Couldn’t we three go out and have some coffee somewhere? The thought of that drawing-room paralyses me. ” “I say,” she reflected, “you ARE rather the master, you know. “I don’t care what any one thinks,” said Ann Veronica.
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