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Her eyes glistened in the darkness—for light was only admitted through a small grated window—like flames, and, as she fixed them on him, their glances seemed to penetrate his very soul. He talked with his manner gentle and kindly. . "You thank Heaven for the escape of the man who did his best to get your child's neck twisted. For a time Ann Veronica went on her way gauging the quality of sordid streets. She whipped round suddenly, and discovered the woman wedged into the corner by the window, keeping out of the way. Can it ever be so good again?” Ann Veronica put out a firm hand and squeezed his arm. And, stretching out his hand, he lifted the dark object from the flood. I’ve got no feminine class feeling.
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