“For one thing I am going to marry David Courtlaw. Ann Veronica was excited and puzzled, with a sense of a strange and disconcerting new light breaking over her relations with Ramage. Thank you for walking me home the other day. Vexation at his folly in suffering himself to be thus entrapped kept Wood for a short time silent. Here was not the individual against whom she had been warned. “That he should be in the same world with me!” said Ann Veronica, reduced to reading the list of good things the British Tea-Table Company had priced for its patrons. “Loneliness,” she said, “is a luxury which I never permit myself. A native of Manchester, he was the son of Kenelm Kneebone, a staunch Catholic, and a sergeant of dragoons, who lost his legs and his life while fighting for James the Second at the battle of the Boyne, and who had little to bequeath his son except his laurels and his loyalty to the house of Stuart. I know my son's voice too well.
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