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For a time her efforts to achieve a comprehensive concentration were
dispersed by the passage of the village street of Caddington, the passing of a
goggled car-load of motorists, and the struggles of a stable lad mounted on one
recalcitrant horse and leading another. “I wonder—I
wonder if we shall ever get like that. She took it for granted Ann
Veronica wore stays—mild stays, perhaps, but stays, and thought no more of the
matter. "
"I was sure you wouldn't injure me, Captain," remarked Quilt, in a wheedling
tone, while he felt about for his sword; "you're far too brave to strike a fallen
man. It seems to me very silly. She calls us her guests, but in reality we are her
prisoners.
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