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Paris, always beautiful even in the darkness, glittered away to the horizon. “Look round the table,” she said. Come. She spent a very disagreeable afternoon and evening—it was raining fast outside, and she had very unwisely left her soundest pair of boots in the boothole of her father’s house in Morningside Park—thinking over the economic situation and planning a course of action. Pausing with the intention of turning back, he glanced in the direction of the village church, the tower of which could just be seen through the trees. Stanley, and was so evidently pleased that Ann Veronica’s heart smote her.
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