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"Don't swear, Jack, or I shall distrust you. The love-songs of all the ages were singing in her blood, the scent of night stock from the garden filled the air, and the moths that beat upon the closed frames of the window next the lamp set her mind dreaming of kisses in the dusk. When younger, and in better health, she must have been eminently lovely; and there were still the remains of great beauty about her. ‘At this present, I must appropriate Lady Bicknacre. He—” “Here they are!” said Ann Veronica as the bell sounded.
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