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He stamped his last letter as Annabel entered. Her hair and voice and figure are as yours used to be. Gerald was conscious of that sliver of irritation again at mention of the name. ” “No doubt. ‘By traitors I am surrounded!’ ‘Stop talking utter twaddle,’ ordered Roding, marching up to the desk. He had thought it might have that effect. I am no use for a clerk, because I do not understand shorthand. He cherished her. " Jackson treated this menace with a loud laugh of derision. She was silent.
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