“By God! Ann Veronica,” he said, sighing deeply. “I should imagine,” he said, shaking out a copy of The Times, “that it is your brain which is addled. ” She shook her fist ceilingward. "I'm your dupe no longer. ” He stood before her, his hat in his hand, his head bent, his voice lowered to a convenient pitch.
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