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You truly are your mother’s, Lucia. There was another phrase which sounded something like 'Gin in a blue-serge coat'. “Well, anyhow, consider it open. That’s who you ought to go and see, miss. She sat, crouched together, by the corner of the hearthrug under the bookcase that supported the pig’s skull, and looked into the fire and up at Ann Veronica’s face, and let herself go. Twelve years ago! It is an awful retrospect. Books! Aren't they wonderful?" The blind alley of life stretching out before her, with its secret doorways and hidden menaces; and she was unconcerned.
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