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" "Your ladyship——" hesitated Norris. Ruth did not consider it necessary, however, to add that she had not notified this aunt of her coming, that she did not know whether the aunt still resided in Hartford or was underground. The door was locked; but, with the bars of iron, it was speedily burst open. Woman's love of silk is not set by fashion; it is bred in the bone; and somewhere, somehow, a woman will have her bit of silk. These realizations rushed into Ann Veronica’s mind and hardened her heart against him. “Dinner is served, m’m,” said the efficient parlor-maid in the archway, and the worst was over.
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