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Little more’n a week. A crutch, with a silver handle, stood by her side, proving the state of extreme debility to which she was reduced. “I’m so glad my Mom’s letting me go out tonight. If you will have your peg, take it with plain water. ’ ‘Pray don’t,’ begged Mrs Sindlesham, one eye on the general’s embattled features. At the back of the house, on a bank, rose an old-fashioned terrace-garden, full of apple-trees and other fruittrees in blossom, and lively with the delicious verdure of early spring. Sir John filled his glass with trembling hand. Once again, he passed his hand over the surface and carefully noted all the obstacles. “If my own mother was alive,” sobbed Ann Veronica, “she would understand. "By the avenger of his family's dishonour—by your brother," he replied, coolly.
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