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When I think of the love you give me—One ought to give you back love. “And think, think”—her voice sank —“of the horrible coarseness!” “What coarseness?” said Ann Veronica. On the floor was a handkerchief, a little morsel of lace. Standing before a mirror set on a dresser between the windows, two hands frozen in the act of adjusting a wide-brimmed hat on her head, stood a lady in a dark riding habit, her startled features turned towards the door. ‘That was one of my own clever stories. I wanted the magic of love. Her father’s peculiar stiffness of soul presented itself now as something altogether left out of the calculations upon which her plans were based, and, in particular, she had not anticipated the difficulty she would find in borrowing the forty pounds she needed for Ramage. ‘I am glad it is you, because you can help me. He bowed over her hand, venturing to drop a kiss on it’s leathery surface. Wait a second. And every day's experience proves that I was right. So Ruth returned to her room and sorted the books and magazines the doctor had loaned her, inspected the titles and searched for pictures.
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