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‘First I must see Jacques, and—’ ‘No need for that,’ intervened Roding, grasping her arm and trying to drag her to the door. " "Sir Rowland is my brother," resumed Lady Trafford coldly. ” Annabel moistened her dry lips with a handkerchief steeped in eau de Cologne. ’ The lodgekeeper’s jaw fell open. The next moment, an exclamation was heard in the voice of Thames. I felt somehow I’d hurt you. His feet would have the firm texture of his hands.
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