“My dear Vee!” Her voice became very low. On the stranger's appearance, she was seated
near the window busily occupied with her needle. “Oh,
Veronica!” she said, “to leave your home!”
She had been weeping. “I’ll come to the station,” said Ann Veronica. They would arrest him for the French spy they had
thought her at first. Do you know of what I speak?”
“I do, I do!” She said. “I want to speak to you. I should think, Anna,
that your own sense—er—of propriety would enable you to see this. “What on earth did you expect me to do, then?” he asked. And girls and women, perhaps, are different. The job is easy. "
"He'll scarcely need a plaister," replied Mrs. Ann Veronica decided that “hoydenish ragger”
was the only phrase to express her.
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