” “But if we were?” said Ann Veronica. Shrinking involuntarily back into the farthest corner of the seat, Jack buried his face in his hands. She was going through a new world with him side by side. For a second time Ann Veronica wanted to swear at the universe. “An Oracle is a predictor of the future. Sepulchre's bell is for ever ringing in my ears—oh!" "If that's the case," observed Wood, "I'm surprised you should like to have such a frightful picture constantly in view as that over the chimney-piece. Forgive me if a certain warmth creeps into my words! The Park is green and gray to-day, but I am glowing pink and gold.
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