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Her eyes were lit with mirth, the corners of her mouth quivered. She occupied a small sofa, a little apart, a ruddy-complexioned gentleman some years her senior beside her, and glanced about with an air of considerable unease. “Is that so? Who says?” He demanded, his eyebrows arching as he looked at her with puerile glee. Below was an uninspiring street, a thoroughfare of boarding-houses and apartments. “But don’t you know about me?” he said at last. “Alone, dear?” “Yes, aunt. A home MAY be a sort of cage, but still—it’s a home. She didn’t like the shops, she didn’t like the other women’s faces; she thought the smirking men in frock-coats who dominated these establishments the most intolerable persons she had ever had to face. We were to live in some wretched London suburb. She pushed between the pews, hoping to reach the sword first, while desperately holding on to her petticoats to keep them up, as her sword arm wavered. You seem to want this chap out of Canton. But he has since acquitted you of any share in it. Indeed, almost insensibly Ann Veronica became habituated to the peculiar appearance and the peculiar manners of the people “in the van.
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