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"Married!—no—no," replied the woollen-draper. I won’t try. There’s nothing happened at all!” She didn’t mean, he
concluded, to give him any more trouble ever, and he was free to begin a fresh
chromatic novel—he had just finished the Blue Lagoon, which he thought very
beautiful and tender and absolutely irrelevant to Morningside Park—or work in
peace at his microtome without bothering about her in the least. He dodged the boot this
time, and smashed his left upon the Wastrel's lips, leaving them bloody pulp. I’m not a bit afraid of anything—scandal, difficulty,
struggle. She is in Wild's power. ‘Have no fear,’ he uttered soothingly, reaching out to pat her free hand. He
had had five children at irregular intervals, of whom Ann Veronica was the
youngest, so that as a parent he came to her perhaps a little practised and jaded
and inattentive; and he called her his “little Vee,” and patted her unexpectedly
and disconcertingly, and treated her promiscuously as of any age between eleven
and eight-and-twenty.
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