‘Beg pardon, miss, but I’m told as how—’ She broke off, her eyes widening, her jaw dropping open. Ann Veronica could at the same time ask herself what this queer old gentleman could have meant by speaking to her, and know—know in general terms, at least—what that accosting signified. His natal burr was always in evidence when he was sentimentally affected. She lied. Why on earth couldn’t he leave her to grow in her own way? Her pride rose at the bare thought of return. She felt her own body stir, ready for more. "If you talk as long as an Old Bailey counsel, you'll not alter my determination. But I shall lose my wager if I stay a moment longer—so here goes.
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