"No, lad," said McClintock, his tone becoming kindly. She heard her husband’s heavy tread descending the stairs, and the wheels of his carriage as he drove off. That was one of the compensations for having consigned himself to this part of the world. That poor child, trying to escape, and not knowing how. “I wonder if there is anything wrong with my manners,” she said. A few short, dark locks, escaping from beneath her head-dress, showed that her hair had been removed, and had only been recently allowed to grow again. That is not reasonable. “It is not possible,” he exclaimed. He did not notice that Ann Veronica was preoccupied and heavy-eyed.
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