Just. “Ann Veronica is looking very well, don’t you think?” he said, a little awkwardly. Nobody can trust you. "I'm glad to hear it, that's all," he added, taking out his snuff-box, his never-failing resource in such emergencies. She forgot Anna’s sacrifices, forgot her own callousness, forgot the burden which she had fastened upon her sister’s shoulders. I'm used to insult as I am to misfortune, and am grown callous to both; but I'm not used to compassion, and know not how to take it.
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