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“I am going,” she said grimly, with three hairpins in her mouth. When he returned, a moment or so afterwards, he found Sir Rowland standing by the lifeless body of his sister. She admitted her pleasure to Ramage. Ennison, or any other young man. He kissed her ardently. “I’d give anything,” he remarked, “to see our little Vee happily and comfortably married. In all this world there was no sacred ground that said to her: Return! She was of all human beings the most lonely. She succumbed to cancer of the breast at age forty-three, it was slow and wasting. “Bother it all!” she swore. They even threatened to cut the traces and take off the wheels from the carriage. No— no, it must never be. "Have you been more successful, Sir?" ventured Ireton.
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