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Vorsack would just have to live with it. “NO!” she said, at last, with something in her voice that reminded Ann Veronica of a sprung tennis-racket. " "Take it," replied Thames. Wood. He whispered in her ear. Wild will hang me. The only safe place for him is at sea; and if he had kept to the sea, I shouldn't have found him so easily. Angelina's distress over these mischances was pathetic. Heaven knows what dim and tawdry conceptions of passion and desire were in that blond cranium, what romance-begotten dreams of intrigue and adventure! but they sufficed, when presently Ann Veronica went out into the darkling street again, to inspire a flitting, dogged pursuit, idiotic, exasperating, indecent. But it strikes me there's a nigger in the woodpile somewhere, as you Yankees say.
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