That same adventurousness that had already buoyed her through crises that would have overwhelmed any normally feminine girl with shame and horror now became uppermost again. “What is the good of talking?” said her brother. " "On that night, you first met me, love," said Edgeworth Bess, endeavouring to take his hand, which he coldly withdrew. “You’re—I don’t know,” said Ann Veronica. The little pucker in her brows became more perceptible. ” “That’s why, in a way, I’m prudish. The female’s words caught at his attention, and he no longer heard what the young Poussaint girl was saying to him.
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