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Beneath the serene unconcern of Ann Veronica’s face was a boiling tumult. “But, my dear!” said Ann Veronica’s aunt. Possessed, at one time, of a share in the South Sea stock, he conceived himself worth twenty thousand pounds. It's almost incredible. Relief flooded her. " "You are an angel, I say," continued the poor maniac; "and my Jack would have been like you, if he had lived. " "Ah! Did he tell you anything about himself?" "Aside from that, no. Out of the beaten track, far from the trails of men! He relaxed. She had a horrible glimpse of the once nice little old lady being also borne stationward, still faintly battling and very muddy—one lock of grayish hair straggling over her neck, her face scared, white, but triumphant.
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