‘There’s a surgeon on his way, and my men are under orders to do whatever is needful. He was all alone, like herself. Then his beard was of a reddish hue, and his complexion warm and sanguine. But—he was cleverer than any of you. 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. If you don’t like it, I won’t be mad, I promise. He noticed the two chairs close together.
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