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Over the sea of heads arose a black and dismal object. She had to explain about and pay off that forty pounds. The arm about her was steel hard, and she felt the weapon that was placed at her heart, which thumped uncomfortably in her chest. You don’t wear a dinner coat with a flower in your button-hole, or last night’s shirt, or very glossy boots, nor do you haunt the drawing-room in the evening, or play at being musical. But—It’s just this: who was to be hurt?” “I wish no one had to be hurt,” said Ann Veronica. What had happened to it? She had broken it, certainly. The salt air was fresher than the stale air in the manor.
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