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Single pearls— Lord knows where they come from!—are always turning up, some of them of fine lustre; but I never set eyes on them. A child—as innocent as a child! Nothing about life; bemused by the fairy stories you writers call novels! I don't know what you have done; I don't care. “You!” said Ann Veronica.
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