She was strong, not unlike a pack mule or a camel; she
thought to herself and smirked. I'm not quite such a
greenhorn as Shotbolt, Jack, whatever you may think. We've made a pretty penny by him—sixty guineas
this blessed day. There was a pause, while the steel grey
eyes sliced at her. Outside stood a
stocky, combat boot-clad girl of seventeen with a teased
mass of spiky bottle-black hair. Ann Veronica’s universe, which had never been altogether so respectful to her
as she could have wished, gave a shout and whirled head over heels. Ann Veronica forgot him as soon as she was through the gate, and her face
resumed its expression of stern preoccupation. "
"Quite natural! Never forgive an injury!—I never do!—ha! ha!"
"Really, Mr.
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