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She sat there, a mark for boulevarders, the unconscious object of numberless wondering glances. The smells of skewered fennel, roast chicken, and broiled pheasant saturated the air, and she could smell other wonderful aromas about them. While he was stirring his tea, she ran and fetched the comb. ” She replied weakly. Be on your guard. It was he who saw them first coming down the room—Annabel in a wonderful white satin gown in front, and Sir John stiff, unbending, disapproving, bringing up the rear.
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