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I am guilty practically of the impertinence of coming to ask you whether I misunderstood your sister. “Are you sorry you waited, aunt?” she said. After dinner Ann Veronica went into the drawing-room with Miss Stanley, and her father went up to his den for his pipe and pensive petrography. Notwithstanding her emaciation, her features still retained something of a pleasing expression, and might have been termed beautiful, had it not been for that repulsive freshness of lip denoting the habitual dram-drinker; a freshness in her case rendered the more shocking from the almost livid hue of the rest of her complexion. He saw Enschede, making the empty sea, alone, alone, forever alone.
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