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“You have not told me yet,” Annabel said, “how it is that you have dared to
personate me. I wonder, Ann Veronica, if,
when our time comes, we shall be any wiser?”
Ann Veronica watched a water-beetle fussing across the green depths. Day after day she pounded
him with curses, saying that her mother looked down on
him from Heaven and sent a curse, to which he laughed. It is a most wonderful piece of good fortune, as I suppose you will be
prepared to admit. It’s my
choice, Lucy. ” He appeared to be paralyzed by abstruse acoustic
calculations. I said, ‘It is no use your telling me about this walk and pretend I’ve been
told about the ball, because you haven’t. CHAPTER XXIII.
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