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‘I dare say the best plan will be for me to bring her to see you, after all. Her complexion was wan and faded, except where it was tinged by a slight hectic flush, that made the want of colour more palpable; her eyes were large and black, but heavy and lustreless; her cheeks sunken; her frame emaciated; her dark hair thickly scattered with gray. Her foster father, Larry, was the hard working son-of-a-bitch type with a disdain for suits. He measured out the portion of another peg, the bottle wavering in his hand. “It’s no sort of good, Ann Veronica, pretending one does believe when one doesn’t. ‘And why have you not arrested him? Do not tell me you have allowed him to escape you. Love stories! It was of negligible importance that these books were bound in paper; Romance lay unalterably within.
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