Part 6 When Ann Veronica reached her little bed-sitting-room again, every nerve in her body was quivering with shame and self-disgust. Wood hadn't struck me. \"No, but thank you. “My dear Anna,” he answered. Hastening to the spot where he had tied his horse to a tree, he vaulted into the saddle, and rode off across the fields,—for he was fearful of encountering the hostile party,—till he reached the Edgeware Road. This helped to restore Ann Veronica’s self-command. “But Sir John?” he exclaimed. She tried to scream, \"I'm coming to you, Mama!\" But no sound would come from her mouth. Perhaps, she may tell me whose picture this is.
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