That would be an unkind twist of fate. ’ She was backing across the room, moving towards the screen. Ramage looked at her for a long and discriminating interval without speaking. Yet through these talks, these meetings and conferences, these movements and efforts, Ann Veronica, for all that she went with her friend, and at times applauded with her enthusiastically, yet went nevertheless with eyes that grew more and more puzzled, and fine eyebrows more and more disposed to knit. Wood a very free-and-easy sort of stare, winked at Mr. ” Ann Veronica sat over her fire with her father’s note in her hand. She was inclined to think that perhaps for a girl the converse of his method was the case; an older man, a man beyond the range of anything “nonsensical,” was, perhaps, the most interesting sort of friend one could meet.
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