“I’ll come to the station,” said Ann Veronica. After all, the Wastrel was in luck: he was alone. ’ ‘Damn you, I should have beaten you,’ Gerald swore, holding fast to his corner of the little square of linen. He put down his hat and umbrella, rested his hands on his hips, and regarded Ann Veronica firmly. " "Now for it," thought the woollen-draper, "I shall, at least, ascertain how the land lies.
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