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Part 3
Ann Veronica’s father was a solicitor with a good deal of company business: a
lean, trustworthy, worried-looking, neuralgic, clean-shaven man of fifty-three,
with a hard mouth, a sharp nose, iron-gray hair, gray eyes, gold-framed glasses,
and a small, circular baldness at the crown of his head. "I've waited supper, you perceive. But don’t run away with the idea
that I’m hanging out for a wife at last, because I’m not. "
"Very well," replied Thames, about to depart. It is so that I may marry an Englishman. "Who've you got with you?" demanded the Amazon, boldly. He was ready
to seed his legacy, and you were a pawn to be moved out
of the way. She tried surreptitiously to
reach her own dagger, in its cunning hiding place in her petticoat. ” She
yelled back. "
"You'll never live to see that day," cried Blueskin, fixing a menacing look upon
him.
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