Mrs. “Beautiful these autumn flowers are,” said Ann Veronica, in a wide, uncomfortable pause. “Yes. She began at once a hasty readjustment of her hair, while Ramage parleyed with inaudible interrogations. The postilion obeyed, and dashed off as hard as his horses could gallop along the beautiful road leading to Neasdon and Willesden, just as the serving-men made their appearance. She was her mother’s child, fair of face, doted upon and spoiled by her attentions. I don’t know that I understand altogether. He came down the shop looking for her quite obviously, and took up a position on the other side against a mirror in which he was able to regard her steadfastly. She returned home through a world that was as roseate as it had been gray overnight.
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