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nothing to tell her where to begin. “I’m six hundred and forty-eight, John, but guess how
old I look? Fifteen. ”
He rowed a stroke and watched the swirl of water from his oar broaden and
die away. Beneath the serene unconcern of Ann Veronica’s face was a boiling tumult. All the assemblage,
accompanied by Jonathan, set off in this direction, when it turned out that the
supposed housebreaker was a harmless beggar, who had been found asleep under
a hedge. “A woman wants a proper alliance with a man, a man who is better stuff than
herself. And yet—you millionaires should really, I think, cultivate
the art of discrimination.
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