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His face turned a dark crimson. Let me lend you some money. In the chapel she sang with an open-lunged gusto that silenced Ann Veronica altogether, and in the exercising-yard slouched round with carelessly dispersed feet. “What a hypocrite you are. ‘Of course not,’ snapped his friend.
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