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It was now a quarter past twelve. " Mr. Shall I send him to Sir John?” Annabel was white to the lips, but her anger was not yet spent. She did not start for the Imperial College. ’ He stared at the point, glanced at the fallen sword imprisoned by her foot, and only just looked back at her weapon in time to see it thrust at him again. It’s not far from twilight. I owed his father a grudge: that I settled long ago.
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