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He looked at Annabel, whose face was buried in her hands— he looked back at Anna, who was regarding him with an easy composure which secretly irritated him. A handy knife, and a good tot of something sharp to clean out the wound. . He must have married when he was quite a young man. But seriously ——” “Well seriously?” “Isn’t it your own fault a little? Why do you not tell me your address, and allow me to call upon you. Plote was sleeping or deaf. She marvelled at his apparent imperviousness to the heat. ’ He sighed elaborately. “It—it—must come,” she faltered. She may address me as “Grandfather” if she chooses, since I’m obliged to accept her in that capacity.
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