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“You say you want a vote,” said Mr. The books slid from her arms and fluttered to the floor. The study seemed absolutely unaltered, there was still the same lamp with a little chip out of the shade, still the same gas fire, still the same bundle of blue and white papers, it seemed, with the same pink tape about them, at the elbow of the arm-chair, still the same father. “He is evidently a friend of Mrs. “You don’t know him, Anna,” she said with a little shudder, “or you would not talk like that. Jack had brought away the bunch of keys which he had taken from Quilt Arnold, but, none of them would open it.
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