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And a time will come, Veronica, mark my words, a time will come when you will bless me for my firmness to-night. “You appear,” she said, without any sign of anger in her tone, and with unruffled composure, “to be a very impertinent person. From the point of view of most things in the world of employment which a woman can do reasonably well and earn a living by, you’re unripe and half-educated. She was beauty, the key of magic, the teacher of spells, the predictor of wars, and the gate of the future. Whatever anticipation Ann Veronica had formed of this vanished in the reality. The door opened. Mauled about!” She fell to rubbing her insulted lips savagely with the back of her hand. “I hate you because you are the Devil! Rot in Hell!” She was shocked at her own accusation, how she had savored the words. The Night-Cellar XVIII. “I opened my eyes, and she was bending over my bedside. We have a great deal to discuss, you and I.
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