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“My dear Vee!” Her voice became very low. She had black hair, fine eyebrows, and a clear complexion; and the forces that had modelled her features had loved and lingered at their work and made them subtle and fine. She began rubbing it with her pocket-handkerchief. “Arthur, this is Miss Pellissier—Mr. " As Jack made no reply, the woman proceeded. She intercepted the glance the spinsters exchanged, and immediately sensed that she had said too much. Besides, how am I to ride home without them?" "Don't distress yourself," returned Jack, "you shall walk. Spurlock, filled with self-mockery, sat in a chair on the west veranda. “What a hideous repertoire! If you are in earnest about wanting to earn money, why on earth don’t you accept an engagement here?” “An engagement?” she queried.
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