"You hear that," cried Mrs. She was glad when he went on: “I want to be your city of refuge from every sort of bother. Heaven knows what dim and tawdry conceptions of passion and desire were in that blond cranium, what romance-begotten dreams of intrigue and adventure! but they sufficed, when presently Ann Veronica went out into the darkling street again, to inspire a flitting, dogged pursuit, idiotic, exasperating, indecent. No more. "And now, Mrs. Here, where every element of her surroundings was tawdry and commonplace, and before this young man of vulgar origin and appearance, it was striking. " "Irons—heavy irons—night and day. She’d have thrown this thing if you hadn’t stopped her.
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