The ribald demons that infested the back of Ann Veronica’s mind urged various facetious interrogations upon her, as, for example, where the witness had acquired his prose style. Ann Veronica sat firelit by her tea-tray with, quite unconsciously, the air of an expert hostess. He'll be brought out at this door, and may probably make some resistance. “Oh God!” she cried, “Oh God!” and flung aside her opera-cloak, and for a time walked about the room—a Corsair’s bride at a crisis of emotion. He knew she was out there, he could feel it.
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