She rang again with the same result. “Veronica!” cried Miss Stanley, warningly, and, “Peter!” For a moment they seemed on the verge of an altogether desperate scuffle. “I shall never marry,” said Ann Veronica, resolutely; “I’m not the sort. Arrived at Westbourne-Green—then nothing more than a common covered with gorse and furzebushes, and boasting only a couple of cottages and an alehouse—he perceived through the hedges the objects of his search slowly ascending the gentle hill that rises from KensallGreen. There was a second co-respondent. As usual Brendon lit the candles, and Sydney dragged out the spiritlamp and set it going.
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