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“Why should one pretend?” she whispered. Brendon,” she said, “if I could ask for advice, or borrow money from any one, I would from you—there! But I cannot. Woman's love of silk is not set by fashion; it is bred in the bone; and somewhere, somehow, a woman will have her bit of silk. It was equally as beautiful but not quite so fine as the daughter's. Raising him in his arms, Jonathan passed the rope round his body, and in this way the poor boy was drawn up without difficulty. What a frightened fool he was! If he could not remember her name, it was equally possible that already she had forgotten his. “I do not like to seem inhospitable, Anna,” she said hesitatingly. " At this juncture, two women, very smartly attired in silk hoods and cloaks, appeared at the door of the Lodge. .
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