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She was dressed in a simple evening gown of soft creamy silk, with a yoke of dark old embroidery that enhanced the gentle gravity of her style, and her black hair flowed off her open forehead to pass under the control of a simple ribbon of silver. He looked at Annabel, whose face was buried in her hands— he looked back at Anna, who was regarding him with an easy composure which secretly irritated him. She felt much better. To shore up a business that never had any foundation, he wanted me to lend him a hundred thousand; and for his sake as well as for mine I had to refuse. He struck out from the shoulder, and the man measured his length upon the pavement. Mary Remenham had passed on her every feature to the daughter whose advent had taken her from this world. Spurlock remained where he was until the sail became an infinitesimal speck in the distance. Raymond Plote would only be missed by his mother.
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