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Her sister Alice seemed to have developed a religious sense away there in Yorkshire, and made appeals that had no meaning for Ann Veronica’s mind. The emerald wings, slashed with scarlet and yellow, wheeling and swooping about her head, there among the wild plantain. This way, Sir Rowland.
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