Even so much allusion as this to that family shadow, she felt, was an immense recognition of her ripening years. But they were too late. A crutch, with a silver handle, stood by her side, proving the state of extreme debility to which she was reduced. "There, Sir," she added, unlocking the door, "you can go in. Anna turned round with a start, which was almost of guilt, the poker still in her hand. “I will do whatever you want,” said Ann Veronica. Do not mistake me. CHAPTER XX.
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