I always thought Mrs. Will you let your servant call me a hansom,” she continued, opening the door before he could reach her side. The place pulsed with music too loud to converse above. It is not, my dear Veronica, that I think there is any harm in you; there is not. Had she not seen them go forth with tracts in their pockets and grins in their beards? To set fire to his imagination, to sting his sense of chivalry into being, to awaken his manhood, she must present some irresistible project. It was a bogus affair altogether, kept by some blackguard or other of an Englishman. Immediately a feathered hat emerged, under which a familiar countenance was visible.
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