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All through that brief but measureless space of time during which
wonder kept him silent, as fear did her, she cowered there, a limp helpless object. You’re of age—
you’re of age. ‘Jacques?’ she called. All emotions laid hold of him, but
none could he stay long enough to analyze it. He was struck disagreeably by
Ramage’s air of gallant consideration and Ann Veronica’s self-possessed
answers. “It’s precious unromantic. "Well, he's a pretty fellow at all events," observed Mrs. "
So saying, he bowed and departed. It would be swindling. A lovely, fetching girl. His
shirt was unfastened, his vest unbuttoned, his hose ungartered; his feet were
stuck into a pair of pantoufles, his arms into a greasy flannel dressing-gown, his
head into a thrum-cap, the cap into a tie-periwig, and the wig into a gold-edged
hat.
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