“Gods,” she said, at last, “I’ve done it this time!” “Well!” She took up the neat morocco purse, opened it, and examined the contents. I hate children. And afterwards! Sir John drew his cigar from his lips, and looked upwards where the white-lights flashed strangely amongst the deep cool green of the lime-trees. A pair of long-lashed blue eyes studied them both as she slowly brought her hands down to rest by her sides. "By my soul," said the sexton, "that's as like Jack Sheppard as any one I ever seed i' my born days. The women, Ann Veronica thought, were not quite so interesting as the men. You creep around in a nun’s habit, peering into a private ballroom.
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