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Or had she, like himself, been held up until the fellow returned to town? He waited, his ready humour anticipating her likely reaction. She felt a little ashamed of herself, a bit of a hypocrite. The other was to go into business—into a photographer’s reception-room, for example, or a costumer’s or hat-shop. He was a square-faced man of nearly fifty, with iron-gray hair a mobile, cleanshaven mouth and rather protuberant black eyes that now scrutinized Ann Veronica. "England or France, London or Paris, it's all one to me, so I've you to command me. " And, with a few magical touches, he stamped the fleeting expression on the canvass. ’ ‘I do not lie to you now,’ she said, near frantic at the thought of losing him.
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