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” Chapter XXXII SIX MONTHS AFTER Up the moss-grown path, where the rose bushes run wild, almost met, came Anna in a spotless white gown, with the flush of her early morning walk in her cheeks, and something of the brightness of it in her eyes. Through her door curtain she could see the light from the study lamp. “A bad thing for me when that legacy came. ” Ramage looked at her, and then fell into deep reflection as the waiter came to paragraph their talk again. If Miss Charvill should take it into her head to dash off on some foolish errand, go with her by all means. He called a waiter. I have always hated it. 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. “It has been very kind of you to see me, but I don’t want to sit and talk and use your time any longer. She was rash and ignorant, absolutely inexperienced. Norris. Never for a moment had violence come between these two since long ago he had, in spite of her mother’s protest in the background, carried her kicking and squalling to the nursery for some forgotten crime.
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