“Anna,” he cried eagerly. He touched a long-standing sore, and Ann Veronica found herself vainly trying to explain—the inexplicable. ‘You knew her well, Miss Mary?’ Mrs Ibstock turned at the window. The girl was like some north-country woodland pool, penetrated by a single shaft of sunlight—beautifully clear in one spot and mysteriously obscured elsewhere.
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