. . "You frighten the cull out of his senses. It occurred to Ann Veronica once that she had known him when he was younger, but day had followed day, and each had largely obliterated the impression of its predecessor. "You'll never return. “Anna,” she moaned, “I am a jealous, ungrateful woman. If you had arrived ten minutes later, or if there hadn't been an iron bar in the chimney, that hindered my progress, I should have been beyond your reach. And it had not shocked her! It was this appalling absence of indignation that had put terror into her heart. Last night there had been no time. Seventeen hours, sixteen hours.
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