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"All right," replied Sheppard, with affected indifference. ’ ‘But what have I done?’ protested Gerald innocently. He was a square-faced man of nearly fifty, with iron-gray hair a mobile, cleanshaven mouth and rather protuberant black eyes that now scrutinized Ann Veronica. “Her husband was a county councillor, and she has a niece who comes to see her in a carriage. He measured out the portion of another peg, the bottle wavering in his hand. "Unless you have eaten a Syrian orange," he was always saying, "you have only a rudimentary idea of what an orange is. I pray, Anna, that you may find your happiness. If you choose, you can see him put on board the Zeeslang yourself, Sir Rowland. It ought not to be much.
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