A stomacher, fastened by imitationdiamond buckles, girded that part of her person, which should have been a waist;
a coral necklace encircled her throat, and a few black patches, or mouches, as
they were termed, served as a foil to the bloom of her cheek and chin. Part 5
She had sent her father a telegram from the East Strand post-office worded
thus:
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All
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is
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well
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with
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and
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quite
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safe
| Veronica |
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me
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and afterward she had dined a la carte upon a cutlet, and had then set herself
to write an answer to Mr. ‘I knew you would be
furious. But he died when he was a child—long ago—long
ago—long ago. Two hours had come and gone during this tantalizing occupation. The thought passed through his mind even as he started to cross the terrace at
a jogtrot, moving to head her off. "
"It came from Lady Trafford's jewel-box. You are my prisoner, murderer. In the genuinely
dissipated face there was always a suggestion of slyness in ambush, peeping out
of the wrinkles around the eyes and the lips.
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