. Mauled about!” She fell to rubbing her insulted lips savagely with the back of her hand. . And thus it was that she came upon a book of Stevenson's verse—her first adventure into poetry. But she had spent nearly half of it, and had no conception of how such a sum could be made good again. “What ought she to do?” “Suppose you—” “Yes, suppose I—” He felt that his advice was being asked. He remembered it suddenly. ’ ‘What for?’ asked Gerald, half laughing, as he put his hand in his pocket and brought out his elegant pistol. Going involved two things that all Ann Veronica’s tact had been ineffectual to conceal from her aunt and father. The next weekend arrived and she made her decision.
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