" "Write him," urged Spurlock, finding speech. Sheppard, clasping him with a hand that burnt with fever, "I have been ill—dreadfully ill—I believe delirious—I thought I should have died last night—I won't tell you what agony you have caused me—I won't reproach you. Ann Veronica had come down thinking of nothing in the world but her inflexible resolution to go to the dance in the teeth of all opposition. Already she had sent him twenty pounds, and never written to explain to him why it was she had not sent it back sharply directly he returned it. She wanted to come, and I wouldn't let her. “You are developing far too retentive a memory for praises,” said Ann Veronica. I trust you will not accuse me of discourtesy if I express my pleasure that henceforth our ways will lie apart. She was a small blonde, not handsome, but with a flair for fashion demonstrated by her elegant chemise gown in the very latest Canterbury muslin, with its low décolletage barely concealed under a fine lawn handkerchief set about her shoulders, and decorated with a mauve satin sash at the waist.
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