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"I am twenty," said the girl. Neither father, aunt, nor brothers made a sign, and then one afternoon in early February her aunt came up in a state between expostulation and dignified resentment, but obviously very anxious for Ann Veronica’s welfare. She stumbled through a thorny copse, her slippers sliding on patches of sand that gave way to rock. " "Lord have mercy upon us, miserable sinners!" ejaculated Wood, as a fearful gust dashed the water over the side of the boat, deluging him with spray. He was absolutely unable to focus his ideas.
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