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After all, his was a pleasant face, and a pleasant voice, and very likely Annabel had behaved badly. To the practised eye of the waterman matters wore a very different air. At the head of the cart was placed the coffin. ‘You can’t prove nothing. Now he lay there, a doubled-up mass, with ugly distorted features, and a dark wet stain dripping slowly on to the carpet. Your sister! Great God, how like she is to what you were!” Annabel looked around her nervously.
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