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But there was no sign from her. It was an oldfashioned peasant blouse, white, square necked, and trimmed with lace. “But, my dear!” said Ann Veronica’s aunt. To-night she had a curious feeling that she stood upon the threshold of some change. This salute of his—actually the first she could remember—while it did not disturb her, began to lead her thoughts into new channels of speculation. Oh! you haven't got the key—then I must have it, I suppose.
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