“I’ve been through all that,” she went on, after a pause. She rambles continually about Jack, and her husband, and that wretch Jonathan, to whom, as far as can be gathered from her wild ravings, she attributes all her misery. "So the wheelman told you? I've always spoken it, though I can neither read nor write it. It was, Ann Veronica felt, as a sip or so of that remarkable blend warmed her blood, just the sort of thing that her aunt would not approve, to be lunching thus, tete-a-tete with a man; and yet at the same time it was a perfectly innocent as well as agreeable proceeding. On this second excursion, forewarned, she would use no light and keep as quiet as a mouse, she vowed, and thus refrain from attracting the attention of the militia at the gates. If he had eaten food, this wouldn't have happened. "I'm tired of the life I'm leading. Annabel is my only sister, you know, almost my only relative.
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