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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from Ann Veronica by H. G. Wells: seriously. Some of your sex, I mean. But we smirk a little, I'm
afraid, habitually when we talk to you. We smirk, and we're a
bit--furtive."
He paused, with his eyes studying her gravely. "You, anyhow,
don't deserve it," he said.
Their colloquy was ended abruptly by the apparition of Miss Klegg
at the further door. When she saw Ann Veronica she stood for a
moment as if entranced, and then advanced with outstretched
hands. "Veronique!" she cried with a rising intonation, though
never before had she called Ann Veronica anything but Miss
Stanley, and seized her and squeezed her and kissed her with
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