CHAPTER XXVII His idea, cleverly planned, was to shatter her resistance, to confound her suddenly by striking her mind with words which would rob her coherent thought. The occasion is worth a dash of the grape, lad. Whether it was the nun’s habit or the harlot’s clothing that distressed her more, he could not begin to guess. It was a brief solitude, however. Ann Veronica looked down at her fingers on the claret-colored table-cloth. " "Nonsense!" cried Wood; "while there's life there's hope. ’ For a moment he looked daunted. She shook her head.
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