“Gods!” cried Ann Veronica, and kept him standing. “I am a fool,” he said. The thin stream of blood on which her eyes were fastened with a nameless horror reached almost to her feet. "Have the aromatic spirits of ammonia sent to Mr. ’ ‘Prudence,’ repeated Gerald unguardedly. Martin came to the door, looking radiant and relieved. Ann Veronica found herself walking back down the Avenue that had just been the scene of her first proposal beside her aunt, and speculating for the first time in her life about that lady’s mental attitudes. \"Let's not get ahead of ourselves, Shari.
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