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I never had even a real doll," she added, as she snuggled the flea-bitten head to her heart. What better way to be rid of him? ‘Jacques,’ she uttered urgently. Not once during the ceremony did the two look at each other, but riveted their gaze upon the lips of the man who was forging the bands: gazed intensively, as if they feared the world might vanish before the last word of the ceremony was spoken. Checking an ominous cough, that, ever and anon, convulsed her lungs, the poor woman addressed a few parting words to her companion, who lingered at the doorway as if he had something on his mind, which he did not very well know how to communicate. But though he visited Sir Rowland Trenchard's seat, Ashton Hall, he could gain no tidings of him, or of his uncle, Sir Rowland, who, it seems, has left the country. But it annoyed Ann Veronica. "He has undertaken to finish this job by six o'clock, and I wish to see whether he'll be as good as his word.
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