" "Never count your chickens till they're hatched," observed Mrs. He was a square-faced man of nearly fifty, with iron-gray hair a mobile, cleanshaven mouth and rather protuberant black eyes that now scrutinized Ann Veronica. I trust that she will not misunderstand me. "I was merely about to observe that I am in possession of her secret. "Is it you?" "It is," replied her son, "Oh! why would you not listen to me?" "I was distracted," replied Mrs. His face clouded with anger.
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