“You must do more than think of it,” he urged. She walked for a mile or more recklessly, close veiled, with swift level footsteps, though her brain was in a whirl and a horrible faintness all the time hovered about her. He was struck disagreeably by Ramage’s air of gallant consideration and Ann Veronica’s self-possessed answers. I was curious about that. She kept him talking all the way to the doorstep of the Beck's home, a small 1970s brown split-level in the old part of town. She hated to leave; for this hour would be the most interesting.
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