She grew attached to a pair of twins, a boy named Fritz and a girl named Anna, belonging to an auburn-haired Viennese prostitute named Clotilde. There was a trader—a man who bought copra and pearls. She would wake in the night to repeat her bitter cry: “Oh, why did I burn those notes?” It added greatly to the annoyance of the situation that she had twice seen Ramage in the Avenue since her return to the shelter of her father’s roof. This individual apparently met with some impediment to his further progress; for he had not proceeded many steps when he turned suddenly about, and darted up the passage in which Wood stood. They clapped wildly afterward. "If I had my old tools with me, we'd soon master this obstacle," he muttered. “But if you weren’t keen on the suffrage business, why on earth did you go to prison?” Ann Veronica reflected.
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