‘Ain’t no call for you to go a-blaming of yourself. “Damn!” said Ann Veronica to herself, rousing herself for a conflict. The ring's yours, and you're mine. ’ Then she jammed her hat on her head all anyhow and ran from the room. I dare not reflect upon the effect that her son's fate,—if the efforts to save him are ineffectual,—may have upon her enfeebled frame, and still worse upon her mind. It ran in rivulets down her face, penetrating her hood and the thick quilting of her coat. But go on. His age was not far from fifty. Now, for the cage, my pretty canary-bird. B. “Wonderful man!” said Ann Veronica, reassured, and stroking his cheek with her finger.
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