“Oh, Veronica!” she said, “to leave your home!” She had been weeping. ‘Dolt! Muttonheaded oaf! Why the deuce couldn’t he have sent you home?’ Valade cut in at that. . She found herself talking to Capes in an undertone of rational admission. "Leave go!" cried Jack, struggling violently, and raising his hand, "or I'll maul you for life. Let us be gone. The major might not indulge in this sort of flirtation in the ordinary way, but he had seen enough among his army colleagues to know just how to go about it. ’ ‘So would you run away,’ she uttered impulsively. They were bickering, she could tell by the way the mother threw her fat arms into the air and paced restlessly about the tiny clapboard house. “Home, of course,” she answered. ‘Well she does,’ insisted Miss Froxfield impenitently, and turned to Gerald.
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