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“I cannot part with you. ” “So far,” she continued, eyeing hungrily the last morsel of roll which lay upon her plate, “my only chance of occupation has lain with a photographer who engaged me on the spot and insulted me in half an hour. I have slept with it under my pillow. I could not have spoken to her. Annabel was born soulless, a human butterfly, if ever there was one.
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