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It was as if Grace-church Street, with all its shops, its magazines, and ceaseless throng of passengers, were stretched from the Middlesex to the Surrey shore. Unless it was a jewel or locket of some kind. Perhaps for the first time he realized that Anna was by no means an ordinary person. ” Sir John’s head bent lower and lower. ‘Laisse-moi,’ she threw at him, her brief attack of sobs already ended, although the trace of tears on her cheeks bore witness to its sincerity. Fortunately, I've secured the proof of my birth. "That's for Mrs. “It has been a delightful evening for me. "Mother!" she echoed,—"mother! why do you call me by that name?" "Because you are my mother.
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