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‘That—that—why do you speak of him?’ ‘Because I feel you ought to know,’ Gerald said calmly, but rising and watching her closely, ‘that all your trouble may be in vain. In some cases they were ground almost to powder; in others, driven deeply into the earth, as if discharged from a piece of ordnance. Her depression since the “accident” had possessed her, she no longer cared how she looked as her beauty helped her not. ” “Dear me,” Anna laughed, “how unfortunate! What ought I to do? Should I be forgiven, do you think, if I were to go and hold that skein of wool for the old lady in the yellow cap?” “Don’t speak of her irreverently,” Brendon said, in an awed whisper.
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