“Dear me! I wonder where Sir John picked her up. Wood, Sir," he added, with much emotion, "is one of the best of men, and would be the happiest, were it not that—" and he hesitated. He rambled in an unfortunate monotone, the result of his innate fear of public speaking. He was engaged in detesting Manning and himself in almost equal measure. The ruffian's companions took his part. ’ ‘Uh-oh,’ came from her infuriating suitor and his eyes dropped to the weapon she was dragging from the holster under her petticoat. They sat down in a covered pavilion that housed a grimy picnic table and a dingy fire pit. “My God! Ann Veronica,” he said, struggling to keep his hold upon her; “my God! Tell me—tell me now—tell me you love me!” His expression was as it were rapaciously furtive.
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