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It had been Ann Veronica’s lot as the youngest child to live in a home that became less animated and various as she grew up. Anyhow, that is how things are. My dear! we’ve had so many moments! I used to go over the times we’d had together, the things we’d said—like a rosary of beads. He ushered them with an amiable flat hand into a minute apartment with a little gas-stove, a silk crimson-covered sofa, and a bright little table, gay with napery and hot-house flowers.
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