"Insult you! not I;" returned Figg. Her glance, absorbing the gilt letters and their significance, communicated to her
poised body a species of paralysis. But we've got to cook up
some kind of a story to protect her. Ann Veronica decided that “hoydenish ragger”
was the only phrase to express her. "But you are tired!"
"I want to go over the story again. " She paused. The farmer was a
widow who was slightly famous around town for his prize
cows and slightly more famous for his good looks. She blushed prettily, and in a moment regained
command of her tongue. What right had a young woman to possess
the scarring and intimate knowledge of that dreg of human society, the
beachcomber?
CHAPTER II
Ah Cum lived at No. I have never told you so, or
Sydney, but I can sing—rather well. She was not afraid of violence, but she was afraid of something
mean, some secondary kind of force. It was a queer little bed-sitting-room almost in the roof, with a partition right
across it. "So long as it is open and above board. net (This file was
produced from images generously made available by The
Internet Archive)
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THE ADVENTURESS
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