“And to-night we are friends?” “We are friends,” said Ann Veronica, and drew her hand quickly away from him. ’ ‘They wear a uniform, do they not? They march and fight with swords and shoot with guns, no?’ ‘Well, yes, miss. Going involved two things that all Ann Veronica’s tact had been ineffectual to conceal from her aunt and father. Her name was Rhea. Over an old crazy bedstead was thrown a squalid, patchwork counterpane; and upon the counterpane lay a black hood and scarf, a pair of bodice of the cumbrous form in vogue at the beginning of the last century, and some other articles of female attire.
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