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” She turned and fitted the latchkey into the door. But his lips were honourlocked. She perceived that his countenance was only composed by a great effort, his features severely compressed. Part 3 Ann Veronica’s father was a solicitor with a good deal of company business: a lean, trustworthy, worried-looking, neuralgic, clean-shaven man of fifty-three, with a hard mouth, a sharp nose, iron-gray hair, gray eyes, gold-framed glasses, and a small, circular baldness at the crown of his head. " "Humph!" exclaimed Wild. The latch had not fully caught. But "fine" is the word.
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