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"I can readily see," he said, "why you'll always be as poor as a church mouse. Simply. “Annabel! God in Heaven, it is Annabel!” She did not speak. Your attitude to me—” He fell into a brown study. " So saying, he bowed and departed. "So that was it? And what the devil are you doing here, moping alone on the beach? Why aren't you with her in this hour of bitterness?" "What can I do?" "You can go to her and take her in your arms. Then the distant relationship to Miss Stanley gave them a slight but pleasant sense of proprietorship in the girl. One or two of the tables were occupied by groups of fat frowzy women in flat caps, with rings on their thumbs, and baskets by their sides; and no one who had listened for a single moment to their coarse language and violent abuse of each other, would require to be told they were fish-wives from Billingsgate. " Ruth repeated the word, not in the effect of a query, but ruminantly. He got up. ” Miss Miniver followed with an expression of perplexity, her mouth shaped to futile expositions. The fellow Kimble, to whom Gerald was indebted, was gaping. Not at all. "I don't know," she answered vaguely.
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