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’ ‘Who was to know if you would find your place?’ countered Martha. One hour later she had gone back to the mission—without the salt. "Drink this," cried Jonathan, handing her the cup. There was a little pause between them, full for Ann Veronica of rapid elusive suspicions and intimations. Both arm-chairs had been moved a little so as to face each other on either side of the fender, and in the circular glow of the green-shaded lamp there lay, conspicuously waiting, a thick bundle of blue and white papers tied with pink tape. ” He read it in winter in the evening after dinner, and Ann Veronica associated it with a tendency to monopolize the lamp, and to spread a very worn pair of dappled fawn-skin slippers across the fender.
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