She was a lovely girl, attired in deep mourning, and having an expression of profound sorrow on her charming features. God must love me, for he has guided me here. Whatever anticipation Ann Veronica had formed of this vanished in the reality. The very carts and vans and cabs that Wellington Street poured out incessantly upon the bridge seemed ripe and good in her eyes. He couldn't be in better hands than those in which he has placed himself.
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