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He himself, middle-aged, steeped in traditions of the City and moneymaking, very ill-skilled in all the lighter graces of life, as he himself well knew,
could yet come to her invested with something of the halo of romance by the
almost magical powers of an unlimited banking account. “Oh, Ann
Veronica!” he cried, “I cannot let you go like this! You don’t understand. A
stack of chimneys, on the house above them, had yielded to the storm, and
descended in a shower of bricks and stones. Books; an inexplicable hunger to be
satisfied. The Well Hole. Her motherly features creased into anxious wrinkles. But that still left the forty pounds!. She wanted to
take him in her arms and hush him, but she sat perfectly still. "Sometimes a cup of lies is a cheering thing," replied the trader. He came over to me. I wish nothing at all from them. Paris was full, and it
was by no means a retired spot which she had found. In all his life he had never realized a dream; but
the thought had never before hurt him.
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