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Her father interrupted. Neither
father, aunt, nor brothers made a sign, and then one afternoon in early February
her aunt came up in a state between expostulation and dignified resentment, but
obviously very anxious for Ann Veronica’s welfare. ‘Here, miss,’ came faintly from somewhere close at hand. I beg that you will consider me
your friend. However this may be now, it
was unquestionably true of old Newgate. “I might return the compliment, Courtlaw,” he answered, “by asking why the
devil you come lurching on to the pavement like a drunken man. ”
Ann Veronica agreed, and tried to make the manner of her assent cover a
possible knowledge of a probable poem. “I may seem unduly—
anxious. Plote was sleeping or deaf. She never questioned the motives of the characters;
she had neither the ability nor the conceit for that; but she could and often did
correct his lapses in colour.
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