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He left the room, presumably to sleep
elsewhere, but the only other room with a fire was the
servant’s quarters. Several men and women were piled there like wood, dead,
horribly gored. Are you going to have any apple-tart,
Stanley? The apple-tart’s been very good lately—very good!”
Part 7
At the end of dinner that evening Ann Veronica began: “Father!”
Her father looked at her over his glasses and spoke with grave deliberation;
“If there is anything you want to say to me,” he said, “you must say it in the
study. “It’s jolly,” he said,
“to feel you have come to me. She was dressed in a little white frock,
with a very long body, and very short sleeves, which looked (from a certain
fullness about the hips,) as if it was intended to be worn with a hoop. Wood, now more buxom and more gorgeously arrayed
than ever,—as well as a young and beautiful female, in whom he was at no loss
to recognise the carpenter's daughter. His hair flew out from the sides of his head
like black bats from a belfry, it was unruly and long.
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