"These writer chaps are queer birds. The evening breeze came; the bamboo shades on the veranda clicked and rasped; the loose edges of the manuscript curled. " "Never mind," returned the stranger, dismounting; "you'll recollect me by and by, I've no doubt. Under another name,—not my own hateful one,—I will strive to distinguish myself in some foreign service, and win myself a reputation, or perish honourably. “I’ve got nothing in the world to pack with except a toy size portmanteau. “For seven years,” said Ann Veronica, “I have been trying to keep myself from thinking about love.
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