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Ann Veronica was lying on her bed in a darkling room staring at the ceiling. Always her prayers ended—'And may my beautiful mother guide me!' No. "One word before we part, adorable girl— only one," he continued, detaining her. "Was that thunder?" he faltered, as a terrible clap was heard overhead.
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