‘The man’s gone,’ her old nurse told her, when she had recovered a little. He growled in his throat and, thrusting his coat open, revealed his own buckled sword-belt. He had no use for Ann Veronica; he had never had a use for her since she had been too old to sit upon his knee. There ends my duty.
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