“We are not the sort that goes under,” said Ann Veronica, holding her hands so that the red reflections vanished from her eyes. Henry Clay, thirteen cents in Hong-Kong and two-bits in that dear old New York. "My own father!" Queerly the room and its objects receded and vanished; and there intervened a series of mental pictures that so long as she lived would ever be recurring. Best assured of that.
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