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" So saying, he re-entered the house, closed the door, and, followed by the widow, proceeded to the fire-place, where a handful of chips, apparently just lighted, crackled within the rusty grate. ” Sir John looked at her sideways. Somewhere in the world there was a book clerk with a discerning mind; for he had given her the best he had. Furiously, she dashed his hands away. Earles remarked genially. Her eye met Miss Stanley’s understandingly, and she was if anything a trifle more affectionate in her greeting to Ann Veronica. All that I regret are the wasted years, and I am not sure that I regret them. I shall ride to St.
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