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Thames unfolded the drawing, smoothed out its creases, and beheld a portrait of himself. A florid-looking young woman rose up and accosted him eagerly. Sheppard, meekly. " "It won't. Suddenly the Wastrel took hold of the edge and flung the table aside. I haven’t murdered any one, or broken the law in any way that I know of. I won't keep you long. ” She marked an hotel that seemed neither opulent nor odd in a little side street opening on the Embankment, made up her mind with an effort, and, returning by Hungerford Bridge to Waterloo, took a cab to this chosen refuge with her two pieces of luggage. “Annabel?” he exclaimed.
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