And thus it was that she came upon a book of Stevenson's verse—her first adventure into poetry. Wood and Thames taking their places on either side of it, and Jack at a little distance behind. "Do you call neglecting your work, and singing flash songs nothing? Zounds! you incorrigible rascal, many a master would have taken you before a magistrate, and prayed for your solitary confinement in Bridewell for the least of these offences. She has no proof—yet. A scene now ensued, highly characteristic of the age, and the occasion. “Hello!” said Ann Veronica, with arms akimbo and a careless, breathless manner. ‘Then let her keep her Frenchified titles to herself. He had been baptized there.
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