. She turned away from the doorway of the silk loom to observe. ‘I’m only a poor country wench, child. “It is a very pleasant place,” said Ann Veronica, biting a rhododendron stalk through, and with that faint shadow of a smile returning to her lips. In all her life no living thing had had to depend upon her, not even a dog or a cat. Particularly when it was obvious the fellow was one of these pitiful wretches weak enough to allow themselves to be ousted from their inheritances and thus obliged to come seeking succour of their neighbours. - You provide, in accordance with paragraph 1.
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