This formality irked her: she wanted to play a little, romp. No sterner head was ever beheld beneath the cowl of a monk, or the bonnet of an inquisitor. Ann Veronica hesitated with a question that had leaped up in her mind, and that she felt was cruel. ” She fumbled with her keys and opened the front door. "You are out betimes this morning, Mr. His voice now had lost its ironies. "It won't do, widow," said he, drawing near her, while she shrank from his approach, "so you may spare your breath.
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