“Ann Veronica,” he said. "
"So far you are correct," observed Trenchard; "still, this is no secret. "
"Ay, and there's my liver. Take it, I tell you. But a little daughter is one thing and a daughter quite another. "Silence!" returned Jackson, in a deep whisper; "and don't muddle your brains
with any more of that Pharaoh. Valade, who was standing by
her chair, glancing around the packed pink-papered saloon with a heavy frown
on his face, was a thickset man of coarse, reddened feature, with a discontented
air. 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.
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