Their small talk continued. ” “Well, Ann Veronica Smith,” the magistrate remarked when the case was all before him, “you’re a good-looking, strong, respectable gell, and it’s a pity you silly young wimmin can’t find something better to do with your exuberance. “I must explain to her. You represented to us the immaculate Briton, the one Englishman who typified the Saxonism, if I may coin a word, of our race. Ruth's emotion was a primitive joy: she was essential in this man's life, and she would always be happy because he would always be needing her. “Well anyhow—I don’t see the force of your objection, you know. “Annabel!” He looked at her thoughtfully. “Oh God!” she cried, “Oh God!” and flung aside her opera-cloak, and for a time walked about the room—a Corsair’s bride at a crisis of emotion.
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