The evening breeze came; the bamboo shades on the veranda clicked and rasped; the loose edges of the manuscript curled. Her eye met Miss Stanley’s understandingly, and she was if anything a trifle more affectionate in her greeting to Ann Veronica. In the second, she was wretchedly poor, and assailed by temptations of which you can form no idea. For he come after her, did Mr Charvill.
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