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" "And I promise that all you tell me and show me will sink in," replied O'Higgins, frankly interested. He was a square-faced man of nearly fifty, with iron-gray hair a mobile, cleanshaven mouth and rather protuberant black eyes that now scrutinized Ann Veronica. Michelle tossed her hair like a young colt flicking its tail. “How do you know—why do you think that my name is Anna?” He smiled in a quietly superior way. Anyhow, they didn’t run about so much. The walls were of immense thickness; the small windows double-grated and unglazed; the fire-place was without a grate; and a barrack-bed, divided into two compartments, occupied one corner. Nobody can trust you.
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