Cheveney walked away with a shrug of the shoulders. “Ann Veronica,” he said, “I tell you this is love. Feeling rather exhausted, it occurred to him that possibly some provisions might have been left by the constable; and, looking about, he perceived a pitcher of water and a small brown loaf on the floor. We were only—les autres.
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