"Woman, your wits are fled!" And so it seemed; for all the answer she could make was to murmur distractedly, "I can't find the key. ‘She? Sa femme? That is the game then? That she could dare to take my place, that salope. Ann Veronica was not aware of this literary side of her teacher; she had a little tinge of annoyance at Miss Garvice’s advantage. This was done, and Austin returned with a crest-fallen look to the table. Stow it in the saddle, for I will take it with me.
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