She did not question or analyze the craving; she took the plunge joyously. “Veronique!” she cried with a rising intonation, though never before had she called Ann Veronica anything but Miss Stanley, and seized her and squeezed her and kissed her with profound emotion. Why, is the question I would like answered. Burn your palette and your easel. Sheppard, somewhat alarmed by this preamble. Supposing the wire should break and her head tumble off her shoulders into the street? The whimsey caused another smile to ripple across her lips. You will agree with me when you have heard what I have to say. That there would eventually be a lover Ruth knew; and she waited his appearance upon the scene, waited with an impatience which was both personal and literary.
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