’ ‘Pray don’t,’ begged Mrs Sindlesham, one eye on the general’s embattled features. . The joy that filled her veins with throbbing fire urged her to rise and go swinging and whirling and dipping. "Sir!" exclaimed Winifred, rising. In the centre of the upper gallery was a spacious saloon, appropriated to the governors of the asylum. What isn’t a day-dream is this: that you and I are going to put an end to flummery—and go!” “Go!” said Ann Veronica, clenching her hands.
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