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"In Heaven's name! what's all this?" cried Wood. I was in Lancashire, at our family seat, at the time you mention. "Stolen by a gipsy when scarcely five years old, Constance Trenchard, after various vicissitudes, was carried to London, where she lived in great poverty, with the dregs of society. Brendon always comes home with me, and tonight both are away. ” Chapter XXXII SIX MONTHS AFTER Up the moss-grown path, where the rose bushes run wild, almost met, came Anna in a spotless white gown, with the flush of her early morning walk in her cheeks, and something of the brightness of it in her eyes. " "Thought so.
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