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‘This is a private house,’ Hilary said severely, ‘and you are trespassing. So the talk went on. There were moments when Ann Veronica
rather more than suspected the chief speakers to be, as school-boys say, showing
off at her. The intruder was handsomely, even richly, attired in a scarlet riding-suit,
embroidered with gold; a broad belt, to which a hanger was attached, crossed his
shoulders; his boots rose above his knee, and he carried a laced hat in his hand. "
"Lord, that's just the lesson I've been expounding! It isn't a question of fear; it's
one of propriety. Die game. ”
“I sent a telegram, aunt,” said Ann Veronica. No
one had lived here since old man Remenham had died some eighteen months
ago, for the heir, so it was rumoured, was a relative with property of his own. Taking off his stockings, he then drew up the basils as far as he was able, and
tied the fragments of the broken chain to his legs, to prevent them from clanking,
and impeding his future exertions. She tore open the envelope and read it. E. "
"May I trust you?" cried Thames, eagerly.
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