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Wood heard the cry. CHAPTER VIII. She wanted to be alone. In the first place, it will be damnably dull. To be near someone, even someone who made a pretense of friendliness, to hear voices, her own intermingling, would serve as a rehabilitating tonic. The light disappeared. "We've heard coming and going. ” “The faults are the best part of it,” said Ann Veronica; “why, even our little vicious strains run the same way.
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