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Annabel seated herself in an easy chair and determined to wait for her sister’s return. Probably some woman on the loose; they were as thick as flies over here—dizzy blondes. But you,” he continued, moving imperceptibility a little nearer to her, “you are mine. Read it, and you'll find that your unfortunate uncle, Sir Rowland, surrenders to you all the estates in Lancashire. She was writhing to get her hands loose and found herself gasping with passionate violence, “It’s damnable!—damnable!” to the manifest disgust of the fatherly policeman on her right. Kind of knows it, too.
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