At least I imagine so, if what Madame Valade claims is true. Her interest grew as she read, a certain distaste disappeared. She carried herself well, whereas her brother slouched, and there was a certain aristocratic dignity about her that she had acquired through her long engagement to a curate of family, a scion of the Wiltshire Edmondshaws. She tied the obi clumsily about her waist, then gently laid her hand on the bowed head. Ann Veronica, who knew her dress became her, dropped a curtsy to her father’s regard. She was to be handed over with her dowry of three thousand Florins, plus her pet bird, six chickens, her mother’s fine linens, a small book of poetry. It’s obvious you have eyes for someone else. My mother died the day I was born; that’s what they tell me. She was a trained being—trained by an implacable mother to one end. " "Almighty God! is this possible?" exclaimed Thames.
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