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CHAPTER XVII. Don’t take my word for it though. “By Jove!” he broke out, “one tries to take a serious, sober view. I wonder, Ann Veronica, if, when our time comes, we shall be any wiser?” Ann Veronica watched a water-beetle fussing across the green depths. ” She rolled over on her face, and stuffed her fingers in her ears to shut out the rhythm from her mind. Opening a pair of large black eyes, the child fixed them for an instant upon Wood, and then, alarmed by the light, uttered a low and melancholy cry, which, however, was speedily stilled by the caresses of his mother, towards whom he extended his tiny arms, as if imploring protection.
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