Ann Veronica tried to seem absolutely unconcerned. Her pa was only the smithy. "We're all damaged—we've all got broken pates," cried a dozen voices. Think, ma’am. ” They passed a man who stared at them curiously. O'Higgins. Her sense of humour could not wholly resist his abnormal gravity. At luncheon, on the third day, a thick-set man with a blue jaw smiled across his table at her. He lowered his voice a little and leaned over towards her. "Perhaps you don't know that this Darrell so contrived matters, that your child should be mistaken for his own; by which means it had a narrow escape from a tight cravat, I can assure you.
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