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“You’ve no right to badger me like this, Veronica,” he said. Evidently in the flower of his age, he was scarcely less remarkable for symmetry of person than for comeliness of feature; and, though his attire was plain and unpretending, it was such as could be worn only by one belonging to the higher ranks of society. Only he hated the words he uttered, hated the blunt honesty which forced them from his lips. .
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