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She sat there, a mark for boulevarders, the unconscious object of numberless wondering glances. Ennison had disappeared. Maybe later. ” “I think,” Anna said, “that it was only his manner. ” “Friendship and love being separate things. So, after the dinner was over, Spurlock took her home; and worked far into the night. "In spots you are a thoroughbred; but here's a black mark on your ticket, lad.
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