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Opals. Ann Veronica jumped up to get her the cardtable. " "Zounds!" exclaimed Wood; "it's my old master-key. That dress is thirty years old, if a day. I need scarcely ask whether you've executed your appointed task, my dear? You're never behindhand. A few short, dark locks, escaping from beneath her head-dress, showed that her hair had been removed, and had only been recently allowed to grow again.
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