The manager stared at the empty doorway for a space, shrugged, and returned to his ledgers. For a moment he did not recognize Annabel. "Your answer!" cried Sheppard. “It’s funny, the way a good house feels. \"Would you like some orange juice?\" Larry had already been working outside for an hour, Mike at his side, dragging grass clippings to the compost pile. It was really very jolly to talk to a man in this way—who saw the woman in her and did not treat her as a child. “I never dreamt!” she said.
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