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There was no mistaking his intentions this time. He looked at Annabel, whose face was buried in her hands— he looked back at Anna, who was regarding him with an easy composure which secretly irritated him. ‘So it would appear. " So saying, he sprang, with a bound like that of a tiger-cat, against the throat of the woollen-draper. A dark mass of wreckage, over which hung a slight mist of vapour, lay half in the ditch, half across the hedge, close under a tree from the trunk of which the bark had been torn and stripped. "Well!" cried Mrs. You won't refuse me, I'm sure; so no more need be said about the matter.
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