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" She smiled, and returned to the spinsters. What Miss Miniver would have called the Higher Truth supervenes. Notwithstanding her emaciation, her features still retained something of a pleasing expression, and might have been termed beautiful, had it not been for that repulsive freshness of lip denoting the habitual dram-drinker; a freshness in her case rendered the more shocking from the almost livid hue of the rest of her complexion. "Don't stir," replied Jack. "Hurrah!" shouted he, waving his hat triumphantly over his head. Besides, she had admitted her identity. ’ ‘Get rid of the wench,’ Roding said brutally. Wood. If she returns to the house from which we took her, her companions will laugh at her and smother her with ridicule.
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