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His little doll. Ann Veronica stood in the twilight room staring at the door that had slammed upon her aunt, her pocket-handkerchief rolled tightly in her hand. Drink this!” He poured out a glass of wine with a firm hand, and held it to her lips. But I swear she ain’t told me nothing more, sir. But to go courting a slave-girl, at the risk of physical hurt! A shudder of distaste wrinkled her shoulders. And taking the keys, he departed on the errand. How dare you use my name and sing my songs?” Anna looked at her sister in blank amazement. "You're wanted. " "I didn't want it," replied Jack; "but who are those gentlemen?" "Friends of yours," replied Figg; "come to see you;—Sir James Thornhill, Mr.
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