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" Mrs. "You poor child!" Prudence took Ruth's hands in her own. Ramage stood up, and suddenly turned the key in the door in an off-hand manner. I meant to lie to you. He felt her warm breath upon his cheek, the perfume of her hair as she leaned over him. “We are not going the right way,” she exclaimed. Imperceptibly almost Ann Veronica began to acquire the new attitude, even while her mind still resisted the felted ideas that went with it. A man's laced hat,—whether adopted from the caprice of the moment, or habitually worn, we are unable to state,—cocked knowingly on her head, harmonized with her masculine appearance. When is the game?\" She did her best to overhaul her own appearance for 63 the greater part of an hour, blotting lips, fluffing the brush over her face. Apparently she was always doomed to weep when she talked to her father.
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