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Her aunt had secretly sent on to Ann
Veronica some new warm underclothing, a dozen pairs of stockings, and her last
winter’s jacket, but the dear lady had overlooked those boots. She ran through the
backyards of Pinecrest subdivision, piano wire and a slim
jim tucked into her pantyhose. He had
been formally adopted by the Becks at the age of twelve. But then, because my papa had no money,
you understand, he sent me to a convent. She was
dressed as English girls do dress for town, without either coquetry or harshness:
her collarless blouse confessed a pretty neck, her eyes were bright and steady,
and her dark hair waved loosely and graciously over her ears. They would be quite
as entertaining as the histories of Guzman D'Alfarache, Lazarillo de Tormes,
Estevanillo Gonzalez, Meriton Latroon, or any of my favourite rogues,—and far
more instructive. Eh bien, we shall see. ’ A sudden thought brought a frown to her brow. "I say," retorted Edgeworth Bess, with a very unfeminine imprecation, "I shan't
stand any more of that nonsense. I met her when we were both very young, as young as you are. “I have always,” she admitted calmly, “taken a certain amount of interest in
Annabel’s future.
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