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. A man's laced hat,—whether adopted from the caprice of the moment, or
habitually worn, we are unable to state,—cocked knowingly on her head,
harmonized with her masculine appearance. Ann Veronica was one of the
few young people—and one must have young people just as one must have
flowers—one could ask to a little gathering without the risk of a painful discord. "Brother," cried Lady Trafford, her eye blazing with unnatural light, and her
cheek suffused with a crimson stain: "Brother," she cried, lifting her thin fingers
towards Heaven, "as God shall judge me, I was wedded to that murdered man!"
"A lie!" ejaculated Sir Rowland, furiously; "a black, and damning lie!"
"It is the truth," replied his sister, falling backwards upon the couch. Perhaps Ferringhall has pensioned her off. Kneebone!"
"That you would not accept him were he to offer—"
"Be silent, Sir. Old and dilapidated, the widow's domicile looked the very picture of desolation
and misery. "Look here," cried Jonathan, stooping down and taking hold of a ring in the
floor, with which by a great effort he raised up a flag.
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