Dizzily, she grabbed at the mantel for support and, resting her head on her hands, paid no heed to a betraying sound behind her—until an unexpected arm encircled her. Why shouldn’t we be martyrs? There’s nothing else for most of us, anyhow. Blueskin fought his way towards it, and exerting all his strength, cutting right and left as he proceeded, reached it at the same time. She attended to that, and then dismissed it as unimportant. I’ll pay it. There, that sounds frightfully involved, doesn’t it, but perhaps you can make out what I mean. For a time Ann Veronica’s attention was diverted by her aunt’s interest in the salted almonds.
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