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It was not a cambric curtain Ruth had drawn across that part of her life: it was of iron. “Anna!” she repeated. In lieu of the substantial habitations which he had gazed on overnight, he beheld a row of falling scaffoldings, for such they seemed. “Did you—did you really think that they would take you for a Frenchman?” she exclaimed. “One doesn’t wait,” said Ann Veronica.
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