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They made a stratum into which Ann
Veronica was now plunged up to her neck; it had become her stratum. A dovecoloured kincob gown, embroidered with large trees, and made very low in front,
displayed to the greatest possible advantage, the rounded proportions of her
figure; while a high-heeled, red-leather shoe did not detract from the symmetry
of a very neat ankle, and a very small foot. “I promise, Lucy. Set
yourself to find it out, if you will—but if you do, never dare to call yourself my
friend again. “Anna! What tragedy has happened, little sister? No lights, no supper, no coffee
—and, above all, no Mr. Just one thing more. Mr.
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