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Plot: Anne Welsh, daughter of the very illustrious Lord Welsh, stood on the terrace and cast a brief glance towards the park. It had snowed during the night and the hedges in the garden were covered with a thick layer of frost. It was bitterly cold, but Anne, an illustrious twelve-year-old, was dressed in a beautiful fur coat, woollen trousers, a cap on her head, thick boots covering her short feet and gloved hands. Her haughty gaze swept around and, seeing her cousin Tom, she beckoned to him with her hand. The boy who was standing beside Tom looked towards the young lady and smiled. It was his faint, imprecise smile, one would say timid if Curt Perkins were. But Curt was not timid; he only knew the place he occupied in that royal mansion of which his uncles were gardeners.