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Wood, in equal trepidation. There was now no honest way of
warning Taber that the net had been drawn. “My dear friend,” she laughed, “not so tragic, if you please. ”
“H’m!” said Ann Veronica, and shook her head. ’ He fitted the hat
onto her head, and was aware as he did so of her eyes watching his face. "It was given me by poor dear Mrs. . A wild passion of shame and self-disgust swept over her. ‘Ah, bah, it is enough,’ she cried, and turning, ran out of the room. Then they dressed
her in a dirty dress of coarse serge and a cap, and took away her own clothes. He reached for her and
she stroked his head soothingly as his mother had done a
few times when he had suffered bad fevers. and Mrs. “He fancied that he did,” she corrected him coolly.
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