Asking her way once or twice, she passed along Fleet Street into the Strand, and crossed Trafalgar Square, into Piccadilly. It is not, my dear Veronica, that I think there is any harm in you; there is not. All her tender lures, inherent and acquired, had shattered themselves futilely against the reserve he had set between them. I need only just jump up and throw myself upon you.
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