For a time he heard no more, and stared with stony eyes at a Book-War proclamation in leaded type that filled half a column of the Times that day. “I shall never marry,” said Ann Veronica, resolutely; “I’m not the sort. See? Down we should rush in a foam—in a cloud of snow—to flight and a dream.
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