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” Annabel looked down. Confound this slavery of sex! I am a man! I will get this under if I am killed in doing it!” She scowled into the cold blacknesses about her. But shortly this movement ceased. “Well, you’ve seen the kitchen and the dining room, but did I show you the basement?” He asked. He was bewildered. The blue jowl, the fat-lidded eyes—now merry, now alert, now tungsten hard—the bullet head, the pudgy fingers and the square-toed shoes were all in conformation with the doctor's olden mental picture.
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