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“Dear me,” she said, “I fancy you exaggerate my fame. “Cheveney!” she repeated. “It’s no sort of good, Ann Veronica, pretending one does believe when one
doesn’t. “Run in now. The Morning Post was hungry for governesses and nursery governesses,
but held out no other hopes; the Daily Telegraph that morning seemed eager only
for skirt hands. “You found the cabochon? After all these years?” He
asked, incredulous. After a brief conversation, which Sheppard
sustained with his accustomed liveliness, the old man turned to Bess and
addressed a few words of common-place gallantry to her. The open books she knew by heart; aye,
they had been ground into her, morning and night. A few steps brought him to the door of the vault in which his mother was
immured. "I've been always true to you. More than half the city perished. “Well, I don’t know,” she said thoughtfully.
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