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A stack of chimneys, on the house above them, had yielded to the storm, and descended in a shower of bricks and stones. “Before this there was a sort of restraint—a make-believe. And this clear-visioned child had comprehended that only half the rogues were really ill. She was a swan among geese, trying to look plain and dowdy. He sent a speculative glance at the immobile yellow face. “Yes, I remember,” she said. Anna merely glanced at the coarse, flushed features, and at once shook her head.
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