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“Gods!” cried Ann Veronica, and kept him standing. There were dark rims under her eyes, soft now with unshed tears. Her eyes were wide open with amazement. . Miss Stanley hesitated, and took first one and then another of the constituents of this costume off its peg and surveyed it. Smith, placing his hand on his breast. He was her only brother, and she his favourite sister. Either it was an unfortunate recovery of a trail, or he had followed her from Mayfair.
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