She followed the landlady half way up-stairs, and called up to Ann Veronica, “May I come up? It’s me! You know—Nettie Miniver!” She appeared before Ann Veronica could clearly recall who Nettie Miniver might be. The tears were streaming down her face, her voice was thick with sobs. She studied the face and tried to visualize the body, clothed in the dress which had created the spinsters' astonishment. At this juncture, the sound of oars reached his ears, and he perceived Mr. ” “I am afraid,” she murmured, “that it would be difficult. Here, indeed, was a type with which he had never until now come into contact—a natural woman. So he resolved to try another tack. “But I don’t see,” said Ann Veronica, “just how it fits the present situation. “What have you done to yourself?” he muttered.
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