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” Annabel had been lying curled up on the lounge, the personification of graceful animal ease. And, in spite of the boy's resistance, he plunged his hands into his pockets, and drew forth the miniature. Don’t be afraid to go on thinking it. Stanley, putting his hands on the table in the manner rather of a barrister than a solicitor, and regarding her balefully through his glasses with quite undisguised animosity, asked, “And may I presume to inquire, then, what you mean to do?—how do you propose to live?” “I shall live,” sobbed Ann Veronica. ” “Yes,” said Ann Veronica. " The Wastrel rushed.
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