The lady's name's engraved inside, but so small I can scarcely read it. ” “I borrowed it,” said Ann Veronica in a casual tone, with white despair in her heart. Oh dear!—how sorry I am I ever left Wych Street. . She stumbled through a thorny copse, her slippers sliding on patches of sand that gave way to rock. I told you no good would come of it. It added to the picturesqueness of the Sha-mien night to observe these gaily coloured lanterns dancing hither and yon like June fireflies in a meadow. Monsieur Charvill, he has not the means to choose different.
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