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She washed her face with unwonted elaboration before she went to bed. It was your sister who married Sir John Ferringhall the other day, wasn’t it?” Anna nodded. Her aunt, a faded, anæmic-looking lady of somewhat too obtrusive gentility, was still sitting with her hand pressed to her heart. ‘I have only borrowed it. “No.
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