“Diedermayer’s a kiss-ass. Scarcely had it come to a halt, when a stalwart man shouldered his way, in spite
of their opposition, through the lines of soldiery to the cart, and offered his large
horny hand to the prisoner. I’d only have to do something about it, and that I can’t. Ann Veronica sat firelit by her tea-tray with, quite
unconsciously, the air of an expert hostess. For a long time to come that would
naturally be the theme of any story he undertook to write. "Woman, your wits are fled!"
And so it seemed; for all the answer she could make was to murmur distractedly,
"I can't find the key. That for you!" And she snapped her fingers in his face. ‘To take a baby all the way to France without a wet-nurse.
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