’ ‘Can’t say as I’m sorry to hear you say that, missie,’ confessed the sergeant, on a relieved note, as he locked the front door of the mansion and pocketed the key. He did not move. He was a square-faced man of nearly fifty, with iron-gray hair a mobile, cleanshaven mouth and rather protuberant black eyes that now scrutinized Ann Veronica. She loved Florence, wandering the huge markets which bustled day and night. I was forced to lay on a bed of nails for three days. It seemed to show a want of affection, to be a deliberate and unmerited disregard, to justify the reprisal of being hurt. I should lose every scrap of independence—even my self-respect.
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