F. It was bad luck to go to Canongate. This, Wood, acting upon Terry's caution, was most unwilling to do; but, finding he had no alternative, he reluctantly made known his errand and the bolts were undrawn. “Better,” said Ann Veronica, with an unreal alacrity. Anna rummaged about in her dressingcase, and finally drew out a letter. Instead had come this storm, this shouting, this weeping, this confusion of threats and irrelevant appeals. “Dear John,” she whispered. There was still the pity of understanding in Ruth's eyes.
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