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The grate was full of fluttering ashes of burnt paper, and the easy chair near the fire had evidently been used. Anna watched her from the windows, watched the carriage jolt away along the cobbled street and disappear. ” “I sent a telegram, aunt,” said Ann Veronica. Jack paused for a moment, and found that his own adventures formed the subject of the ballad.
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