. The stretch of red dirt disappeared into a stretch of trees like Van Gogh’s painting. He put his arms around her in a circular embrace. “Odd little room,” said Ann Veronica, dimly apprehending that obtrusive sofa. ‘But I don’t trust you an inch. He sent a speculative glance at the immobile yellow face. And Mr. "Mother! dear mother!" cried Jack, folding her to his breast. "What do you mean by that, sirrah?" cried Wood, reddening with anger.
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