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Moving back to the corner again, she ran a hand back over the leather-bound books—which, she realised, were not books at all. As if he read her thought, he spoke it aloud. She has power over men’s fates in more ways than one. Remote little Ann Veronica! She would never know the heart of that child again! That child had loved fairy princes with velvet suits and golden locks, and she was in love with a real man named Capes, with little gleams of gold on his cheek and a pleasant voice and firm and shapely hands. Through an open door was a glimpse of the bathroom—a vision of luxury, out of which Annabel herself, in a wonderful dressing-gown and followed by a maid presently appeared. But it looked as if the boy was not going to be of much use. She drew up a chair and sat down, putting her palm on the damp, cold forehead. The perspiration stood out upon his forehead. 1. “It is strange that we should have met Annabel,” she said.
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