“You see,” said Ann Veronica, with the air of one who shares a difficulty,
“I’ve promised to go. Miss Annabel
is her sister. Just let him down easy, Lucy. Why?
Love was a word of God's, and yet her father had denied it—denied it to the
Book, denied it to his own flesh and blood. Earles himself stood upon the threshold of
his sanctum, the prototype of the smart natty Jew, with black hair, waxed
moustache, and a wired flower in his button-hole. ”
“Well, Ann Veronica Smith,” the magistrate remarked when the case was all
before him, “you’re a good-looking, strong, respectable gell, and it’s a pity you
silly young wimmin can’t find something better to do with your exuberance. “Good God!” he exclaimed. “Those things are arranged more
easily in any other country than England. They sucked face
and felt each other up, or something.
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