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At the opening of the van doors and the emergence into the fresh air Ann
Veronica’s doubt and depression gave place to the wildest exhilaration. She spent a very disagreeable afternoon and evening—it was raining
fast outside, and she had very unwisely left her soundest pair of boots in the
boothole of her father’s house in Morningside Park—thinking over the economic
situation and planning a course of action. Poor soul! she nearly died when she heard he had robbed his master; and it
might have been well if she had done so, for she never afterwards recovered her
reason. She bought her Greyhound ticket
one steamy afternoon when school let out at eleven thirty
A. "She has fallen into the
villain's hands. ‘Ain’t my place,
I know that. . Yet you catch
her eye—you can’t seem to escape from it. It is picturesquely situated beneath a tree on the high
road, not far from the little hostel before mentioned, and at no great distance
from the church. The Master listened, with becoming attention, to the narrative, and, at its
conclusion, shook his head gravely, applied his thumb to the side of his nose,
and, twirling his fingers significantly, winked at his phlegmatic companion. It's a pity you wouldn't give me the
prescription instead of the medicine, so I could have it filled nearer home. "Ruth?"
Silence for a moment. She wanted
his attention, but so did everyone else.
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