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” Ann Veronica was silent for a while. She sat down by the paperrack with a general feeling of resemblance to Vivie Warren, and looked through the Morning Post and Standard and Telegraph, and afterward the half-penny sheets. The hand that had been clenched lay open, relaxed; and upon the palm he saw her mother's locket. “Oh, Michelle, I’m such a miserable fool. You must think it over. And now let's go back to the Shovels, and finish our brandewyn and bier, Muntmeester.
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