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I loved her so much. "Well, Joan," said the benevolent mechanic, after he had looked at her steadfastly for a few moments, "what say you?—silence gives consent, eh?" Mrs. Well, I told aunt. The ribald demons that infested the back of Ann Veronica’s mind urged various facetious interrogations upon her, as, for example, where the witness had acquired his prose style. I must say what I have to say!” “But not now—not here. " "That's impossible," replied Jack. When I heard about Larry I was going 159 to call you, I was, but, well, there is no excuse, is there? I acted like I was afraid of you, afraid that I liked you, so I ignored you like a coward. “—and your aunt—” For a time he searched for the mot juste. ” “You don’t. She peered into the darkness. Just then—I was nervous. Wood's daughter,—to whom, I've heard tell, he was attached years ago,—was brought up, his courage forsook him altogether, and he trembled, and could scarcely stand. You were afraid of me, afraid that I should have been shocked, afraid of the scandal. ‘You are, I think, a gentleman, no?’ Gerald bowed. Part 9 The realization that she was in love flooded Ann Veronica’s mind, and altered the quality of all its topics.
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