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It occurred to Ann Veronica once that she had known him when he was younger, but day had followed day, and each had largely obliterated the impression of its predecessor. Upon this young fellow's face there were no wrinkles, only shadows, in the hollows of the cheeks and under the eyes. "He is respited?" "Alas! no," replied Thames, sadly. “But if you weren’t keen on the suffrage business, why on earth did you go to prison?” Ann Veronica reflected. Her father read a draft prospectus warily, and her aunt dropped fragments of her projects for managing while the cook had a holiday.
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