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Beneath the serene unconcern of Ann Veronica’s face was a boiling tumult. Let him not bear the weight of my punishment. But, no. Mrs. It consisted of a full-dress coat of brown flowered velvet, laced with silver; a waistcoat of white satin, likewise richly embroidered; shoes with red heels, and large diamond buckles; pearlcoloured silk stockings with gold clocks; a muslin cravat, or steen-kirk, as it was termed, edged with the fine point lace; ruffles of the same material, and so ample as almost to hide the tips of his fingers; and a silver-hilted sword. “But, my dear!” said Ann Veronica’s aunt. " "As you please, Sir," replied the tapstress, coolly. I was ready to wager that your name would have marched with one of them. The lamp was not yet lit, and in the dim light he bent forward as though trying to look into her averted face. Below her stretched a valley of rich meadowland, of yellow cornfields, and beyond moorland hillside glorious with purple heather and golden gorse. I wonder why on earth the curtains are drawn. The second, comprising the bulk of the jail, and by many degrees worse in point of accommodation, having several dismal and noisome wards under ground, was common both to debtors and malefactors,—an association little favourable to the morals or comforts of the former, who, if they were brought there with any notions of honesty, seldom left with untainted principles.
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