" "Poh! poh! say no more about it," rejoined the man hastily. Outside in the hall he paused and thoughtfully stroked his smooth blue chin. ” “It’s very kind of you—” began Ann Veronica. That would be myself, or if she lived, Mary’s daughter. ’ She sighed. She refused to accept her fate, but what is it that she could do about it? Night after night she invented alternatives. Wood's dwelling,—a plain, substantial, commodious farm-house.
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