"What?… Oh!… Well, good Lord!" He wrenched loose his head and stood up, sending the chair clattering to the floor. He touched a long-standing sore, and Ann Veronica found herself vainly trying to explain—the inexplicable. “Drive to 13, Montague Street, cabman,” she ordered. It seemed to her at this moment that there was nothing left for her to do. "I can't make you understand; I can't make you see things as I see them. A tinge of admiration rose in his breast.
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