Prudence. She shook her head, almost breaking a smile. He remembered little whispered speeches of hers, so like the Annabel of Paris, so unlike the woman he loved, a hundred little things should have told him long ago. The girl’s eyes never left his face. All I can say is, it's well meant; and I may add, I'd have made it five minutes ago, if you'd given me the opportunity. I’ve had it, Sheila.
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