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The birds were singing blithely amid the trees,—the lowing of the cows resounded from the yard,—a delicious perfume from the garden was wafted through the open window,—at a distance, the church-bells of Willesden were heard tolling for evening service. Annabel set her teeth hard, and turned fiercely towards Anna. She turned her head away sharply. He was angry. Very well, I give up. ” Mr.
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