He tore it down just as the Wastrel rose, wavering slightly. She gaped at its keep, at least ten feet tall, a frightening gray coffin turned upright. The man or woman who did something for nothing always excited his suspicions; they were playing some kind of a game. “And to-night we are friends?” “We are friends,” said Ann Veronica, and drew her hand quickly away from him. “You are a funny, a very funny young lady,” he said, “but we waste time here. Beyond was an avenue of tall poplars that rose like columns, disappearing into undulating hills that were black with sleeping houses and fertile soil.
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