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About nine o'clock, an immense mob collected before the Lodge at Newgate. “It is a very pleasant place,” said Ann Veronica, biting a rhododendron stalk through, and with that faint shadow of a smile returning to her lips. I must apologize, I suppose, for speaking to you, but your appearance certainly indicated that you were in some sort of trouble, and you were becoming—pardon me—an object of comment to the passers-by. How she had coveted her mother’s beauty and sought to emulate it, if only to please her.
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