“You ass and imbecile, Ann Veronica! You female cad! Cad! Cad!. I don’t quite know why. Raven locks fell to her shoulders from under the feathered beaver hat, and curled away down her back. En tout cas, no one has asked you to puzzle out anything at all. She was to have fifteen pounds, and no more. That dress she has on—my mother might have worn it.
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