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Ann Veronica stood in the twilight room staring at the door that had slammed
upon her aunt, her pocket-handkerchief rolled tightly in her hand. Most of the horses were dead, all
but three stallions and two mares left among what was
once a thriving stable. A time may come when this little chap will need my aid, and,
depend upon it, he shall never want a friend in Owen Wood. He was ruffled, and his ears were red, no
doubt from some adjacent controversy. It was painted in the early seventeenth century
by a minor artist named DuPre. Shari laughed hysterically and was
promptly shushed by Larry from the next room. But if he's in bed, how the devil is he going with me, supposing I decide to
hire him? The mudhook comes up to-morrow night. .
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