"One motive alone shall induce me to go on with you," said Jack. “The first person you love, Ann Veronica, is yourself—get hold of that! The soul you have to save is Ann Veronica’s soul. To fall upon those tales for the first time, when the mind was fresh and the heart was young! He became aware of an odd phase to this conversation. They seem to spend their time yawning and inspecting their neighbour’s dresses through those hateful glasses. She sat down by the paperrack with a general feeling of resemblance to Vivie Warren, and looked through the Morning Post and Standard and Telegraph, and afterward the half-penny sheets. She opened her suitcase—new and smelling strongly of leather—and took out of it a book, dogeared and precariously held together, bound in faded blue cloth and bearing the inscription: The Universal Handbook. It’s all right. Capes bore a face of infinite perplexity. Very well! I will try to help you. It is for that reason that this novel begins with her there, and neither earlier nor later, for it is the history of this crisis and its consequences that this novel has to tell. If only you knew what this means to me!" "We do, lad," replied McClintock, gravely. “This is Mr.
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