She looked at him mournfully. “It’s because I mean to send it back altogether,” she said. "'Odd's-my-life!—what's that?" he cried, greatly alarmed. I wouldn't allow you to be honest even if you could be so,—which I doubt. “I can’t conceive what you want. " "Not unless your skull's bullet-proof," cried a voice at his elbow; and, as the words were uttered, a pistol was snapped at his head, which,—fortunately or unfortunately, as the reader pleases,—only burnt the priming. Ann Veronica looked down at her fingers on the claret-colored table-cloth. Now, for the cage, my pretty canary-bird. ’ Miss Froxfield regarded him in some interest.
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