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It’s too valiant, Miss Stanley, too valiant altogether!” Ann Veronica meditated. Her heart was beating with quite unaccustomed vigour, her hands were hot, she was conscious of a warmth in her blood which the summer sunshine was scarcely responsible for. Still, in spite of her glances and gestures, Mr. ’ ‘I’m that sorry, miss,’ Kimble said glumly. Fortescue tried to act embarrassment in order to conceal its reality, and Ann Veronica went on to ask a string of questions about acting, and whether her sister would act, and was she beautiful enough for it, and who would make her dresses, and so on. A gust of irrational impatience blew through her being. ” “I sent a telegram to say I was all right.
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