"Who said I did?"
"Verneede; when he called here that day."
"He never called here."
"Verneede never called here?"
"Never in his life."
"He said he did, and he saw you, and told you I was going to Australia, and you didn't care."
"Oh, what a horrid, wicked story! He never came here."
"He must have been dreaming then," said Leavesley, who began to see how matters stood as regards the veracity of Verneede. "No matter, I don't care now. Hold me tighter, Fanny."
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Till some one discovers the art of printing kisses, asterisks must serve.