On the right, stood a bulky figure, with a
broken rattle hanging out of his great-coat pocket, who held up a lantern to his
battered countenance to prove to the spectators that both his orbs of vision were
darkened: on the left, a meagre constable had divested himself of his shirt, to
bind up with greater convenience a gaping cut in the arm. "You don't recollect me, I presume?" premised the stranger, taking a seat. She wondered even at this late
day how she had been able to hold her maddening curiosity in check. How do you like the story?”
“Go on,” said Ann Veronica, a little hoarsely, “tell me all of it. From
suburbs, from country towns—everywhere. . But at least it gave her
more time. Ann Veronica forgot him as soon as she was through the gate, and her face
resumed its expression of stern preoccupation. ‘Would it so? What sort of a girl is she, then?’
‘She’s a consummate devil,’ Gerald declared roundly. It struck the major that she was very young.
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