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He could remember when women laid away their gowns in lavender—as this girl's mother had. How do you like the story?” “Go on,” said Ann Veronica, a little hoarsely, “tell me all of it. " "Bless you for it. “I am afraid—I really think that one of us ought to go with you,” he said. ‘The general himself?’ ‘How shall I get my inheritance if the general will believe that pig?’ ‘Do wish you wouldn’t keep on calling him a pig,’ Martha begged. "Quilt Arnold called this morning to say so. Then Courtlaw looked across at her with a white puzzled face. But I can give it its name now. Morals only begin when that is settled. Not fit to be dust on your boots. But a far greater affliction was in store for her.
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