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"Who's there?—Pshaw! it's only the wind. Wild. ” “Any place would be beautiful,” said Ann Veronica, in a low voice. . She was dressed as English girls do dress for town, without either coquetry or harshness: her collarless blouse confessed a pretty neck, her eyes were bright and steady, and her dark hair waved loosely and graciously over her ears. A couple of gilt straight-backed chairs only. She let them fall and sped to the companion, where she stood for a moment, the moonlight giving her a celestial touch.
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