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That wasn’t even the worst thing. She put a hand to the lad’s cold cheek and choked on a sob. He went into the study and sat down at his table, but not to write. There was a gulf of eight years between her and the youngest of her brace of sisters—an impassable gulf inhabited chaotically by two noisy brothers. Instinctively she knew—some human recollection she had inherited—that she must not disturb him in this man-agony. Wood, now more buxom and more gorgeously arrayed than ever,—as well as a young and beautiful female, in whom he was at no loss to recognise the carpenter's daughter. Upon what this instinct was based she could not say; she was conscious only of its insistence. Some doting parent had taught him well. Do you know, Ann Veronica, it is all a lie about your birth certificate; a forgery—and fooling at that.
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