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” The men at the reporter’s table lifted their eyebrows, smiled faintly, and leaned back to watch how she took her scolding. My nerves were in rags. No, never mind about thanking me. ” The cabman, knocking with the butt end of his whip upon the window, reminded her that he was in a similar predicament. 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. His sword-arm fell useless at his side and she knew herself safe. ‘Danged if I ever hear the like,’ he repeated blankly. The postilion obeyed, and dashed off as hard as his horses could gallop along the beautiful road leading to Neasdon and Willesden, just as the serving-men made their appearance. Her linen gown was soft against the heavy skins.
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