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Sheppard, whose maternal fears drew her in another direction, hurried off to the Mint. " "A terrible dream, indeed," said Jonathan thoughtfully. "I don't know what his idea was. He had this thing for his twin daughters. ” “Oh!” said Ann Veronica. Her faculties seemed for a moment numbed. She thrust at him, following, almost spitting him as he crashed against the altar, rocking the huge candlesticks and the vessels that stood on it. She was a small blonde, not handsome, but with a flair for fashion demonstrated by her elegant chemise gown in the very latest Canterbury muslin, with its low décolletage barely concealed under a fine lawn handkerchief set about her shoulders, and decorated with a mauve satin sash at the waist. He looked at her guiltily. What was it in her heart or mind or soul that went out to this man? Music—was that it? Was he powerless to stir her without the gift? But hadn't he fascinated her by his talk, gentle and winning? Ah, but that had been after he had played for her.

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