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“NO!”
she said, at last, with something in her voice that reminded Ann Veronica of a
sprung tennis-racket. ‘Oh, I don’t wish to marry you. With his foodle doo!
This carpenter he had a wife,
The plague and torment of his life,
Who, though she did her husband scold,
Loved well a woollen-draper bold. It comes over the mountains, Anna, pink darkening into orange red,
everywhere a wonderful cloud sea, scintillating with colour. His vision was becoming accustomed to the faint light now
and her features were clearer. ’
Rather to his surprise, she obeyed this injunction as he led her up two flights
of stairs to the first floor. ’
‘She again?’ enquired his hostess, her delicate brows rising
‘I beg your pardon, ma’am. ‘By traitors I
am surrounded!’
‘Stop talking utter twaddle,’ ordered Roding, marching up to the desk.
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