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Stanley pronounced, and seemed to hesitate whether he had not gone too far. I can’t. That handsome, finely drawn face belonged to a soul with clean ideals. If you’ll forgive my saying that, and implying what goes with it. Here he was hotly pursued. You must have figured that out by now. " It was curiously like the intermittent murmur of the surf, those weird Sundays, when her father paused for breath to launch additional damnation for those who disobeyed the Word. Heaven knows what dim and tawdry conceptions of passion and desire were in that blond cranium, what romance-begotten dreams of intrigue and adventure! but they sufficed, when presently Ann Veronica went out into the darkling street again, to inspire a flitting, dogged pursuit, idiotic, exasperating, indecent.
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