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The wind blew in fitful gusts, and scattered the yellow leaves from the elms and horse-chestnuts. ’ She tossed her head. It had been brighter than the rest, for dawn light had come in through high unshuttered casements above the bookshelves. By a sort of instinct. At Anna’s words she seemed suddenly to stiffen. Her girl, Clarice, was ten and just as pretty as a silver bell.
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