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The locket contained the face of her mother—all the family album she had. "It is not too late to repair the wrong I have done my nephew," cried Trenchard. Remember ——” Annabel clutched her sister’s arm. The thought did not occur to her, for all thought had flown out of her head. He murmured his delight, and joined the bridge party, where he played with less than his accustomed skill. ‘I don’t know what the devil you’re talking about.
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