A wave of pity went over him—pity for the patient, the girl, and his friend. His face was white. The music confused and distracted her, and made her struggle against a feeling of intoxication. Her eye met Miss Stanley’s understandingly, and she was if anything a trifle more affectionate in her greeting to Ann Veronica. ‘I’m only a poor country wench, child.
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