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Sheppard, with a frenzied laugh. CHAPTER XXVI. And if she is not a nun, nor a refugee, and yet is entirely English, I’m hanged if I know what she is. "Strange!" observed the Master; "I thought he'd been at my elbow all this time. I saw someone in there whom I have always hoped that I should never meet again. Earles drew out his cheque book. You didn’t even put the twelve words. ” Elizabeth, the parlormaid, kept coming in to hand vegetables whenever there seemed a chance of Ann Veronica asking for an interview. ‘Odd sort of a nun. She cried out his name in ecstasy.
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