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She could still remember herself at age five, staring knives and daggers at the men who came into the small yarn shop, under pretense of business but really just to leer. " "Poor soul!—poor soul!" groaned Wood, brushing the tears from his vision. As soon as he was gone, Jonathan went up stairs to the audience-chamber; and, sitting down, appeared for some time buried in reflection. Going involved two things that all Ann Veronica’s tact had been ineffectual to conceal from her aunt and father. He was always word-building, a metaphorist, lavish with singing adjectives; but often he built in confusion because it was difficult to describe something beautiful in a new yet simple way. “Well, rather,” said Ann Veronica. . ‘I don’t want to hurt you any more.
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