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"You thank Heaven for the escape of the man who did his best to
get your child's neck twisted. Her safety lay in pretense—that
what she saw was as a tale twice told. "To those who, like me, have never been able to get out of the dark
and dreary paths of life, the grave is indeed a refuge, and the sooner they reach it
the better. “But your hair,” he gasped. She was introduced, perhaps a little too obviously for her taste, as a girl who
was standing out against her people, to a gathering that consisted of a very old
lady with an extremely wrinkled skin and a deep voice who was wearing what
appeared to Ann Veronica’s inexperienced eye to be an antimacassar upon her
head, a shy, blond young man with a narrow forehead and glasses, two
undistinguished women in plain skirts and blouses, and a middle-aged couple,
very fat and alike in black, Mr. Luck.
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