If I’d meant it, my girl, you’d be dead meat. They sat face to face beneath an experienced-looking rucksack and a brand new portmanteau and a leather handbag, in the afternoon-boat train that goes from Charing Cross to Folkestone for Boulogne. Ann Veronica could at the same time ask herself what this queer old gentleman could have meant by speaking to her, and know—know in general terms, at least—what that accosting signified. “Well?” “You and all the rest of them are always lamenting that I do not marry. She barely heard a word that Martin or Brown said, until Martin’s voice chimed.
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