Oh, goodness! Bilking! Ann
Veronica, you’re a bilker!”
Pause. . \" She thought
of her kill. ‘Ah, the tragedy. . Its importance had vanished with her abandonment of compromise. Regardless as the gentry of the Mint usually were (for, indeed, they had become
habituated from their frequent occurrence to such scenes,) of any outrages
committed in their streets; deaf, as they had been, to the recent scuffle before
Mrs. ”
And thus it was that as Ann Veronica neared the gates of home, she said to
herself: “I’ll have it out with him somehow. Cut to pieces
—slashed—bloodied. Suppose her father turned her
out of doors! She did not care, she meant to go. ’
Lucilla Froxfield laughed gaily. Huge trees obscured the view of it. Walking into the bedroom, she quickly shed the
miniskirt and sweater, folding them without ceremony. ”
“Why?” asked Hetty.
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