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Ann Veronica forgot him as soon as she was through the gate, and her face resumed its expression of stern preoccupation. ” He woke the glassy water to swirling activity again, and made the deep-blue shapes below writhe and shiver. I'll wait for you down here. ’ The lady frowned suspiciously. The small grey feathers of her exquisitely shaped fan waved gently backwards and forwards. Her two sticks were bare and brown, her snugged canvas drab, her brasses dull, her anchor mottled with rust. She reflected upon that with a thrill of terror that was also, somehow, in some faint remote way, gleeful. "How shall I get to you?" "My yacht is in the river. "And, oh! forgive me, though I can never forgive myself, for the misery I have caused you. ’ ‘But I have told you not,’ she protested.
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