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“Never was such an age of transition. "I'm your dupe no longer. The soi-disant Valade held the centre of the room now, only an uncovered but closed card-table, its surface dusty, between him and the suite at the fireplace. “I remember,” she said, “that the first night I saw you, you spoke of my sister as your friend. As usual the substantive sister—Prudence—did all the talking for the pair; Angelina, the shadow, offered only her submitting nods. Annabel passed on with a strained nod to her sister, and Sir John’s bow was a miracle of icy displeasure. It is perfectly intrusive of me, and I quite see that you must be sick to death of running into such an interfering busybody all the time. That would be myself, or if she lived, Mary’s daughter. "My name is Kneebone," added the portly personage, stepping forward.
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