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He put down his hat and umbrella, rested his hands on his hips, and regarded Ann Veronica firmly. But her tears had been for Leonardo’s expulsion, and the loss of his companionship. There was now no honest way of warning Taber that the net had been drawn. I mean Miss Charvill no harm. Forgive my daring. It was not a hopeful looking group.
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