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They were all stout ill-favoured men, attired in the regular jail-livery of scratch wig and snuff-coloured suit; and had all a strong family likeness to each other. Still silence everywhere. Always her prayers ended—'And may my beautiful mother guide me!' No. The moon had arisen, and everything could be as plainly distinguished as during the day. Ann Veronica was by this time quite shocked at her own thoughts, and yet they would go on with their freaks.
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