Whatever anticipation Ann Veronica had formed of this vanished in the reality. " "That child may be the means of saving me," muttered the stranger, as if struck by a new idea: "I shall gain time by the expedient. If you had arrived ten minutes later, or if there hadn't been an iron bar in the chimney, that hindered my progress, I should have been beyond your reach. They drove around town that night in his Buick convertible. Perhaps I'd better open it now. "Well, my dear, I've a proposal to make in regard to this babby of yours, which may, or may not, be agreeable. It had her raven locks, her pouting lips. Her aunt had secretly sent on to Ann Veronica some new warm underclothing, a dozen pairs of stockings, and her last winter’s jacket, but the dear lady had overlooked those boots. We're lost. She took up one of her father’s novels and put it down again, fretted up to her own room for some work, sat on her bed and meditated upon the room that she was now really abandoning forever, and returned at length with a stocking to darn.
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