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The quiet encounter and home-coming
Ann Veronica and she had contemplated was entirely disorganized by this
misadventure; there were no adequate explanations, and after they had settled
things at Ann Veronica’s lodgings, they reached home in the early afternoon
estranged and depressed, with headaches and the trumpet voice of the
indomitable Kitty Brett still ringing in their ears. Always as black and bitter as gall. "Prisoner at the bar," thus ran the sentence, "you shall be taken to the prison
from whence you came, and put into a mean room, stopped from the light; and
shall there be laid on the bare ground, without any litter, straw, or other covering,
and without any garment. Part 3
Ann Veronica’s father was a solicitor with a good deal of company business: a
lean, trustworthy, worried-looking, neuralgic, clean-shaven man of fifty-three,
with a hard mouth, a sharp nose, iron-gray hair, gray eyes, gold-framed glasses,
and a small, circular baldness at the crown of his head. "
"But how in the Lord's name was she brought up? There's a queer story back of
this somewhere. Why doesn’t she marry? Plenty of money under her father’s will. "I am
accounted a fair shot, as well as a tolerable swordsman, and I will give proof of
my skill in both lines, should occasion require it.
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