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For a moment he did not recognize Annabel. “Eight, Cavendish Square. ’ A peal of delighted laughter greeted this threat. She pointed suddenly at the portrait. ’ ‘I do not marry a man who makes me a threat like this,’ she flashed. He had a great contempt for the sections the “theorizers” produced. She was a clever girl, the best of her year in the High School, and she made a valiant fight for Somerville or Newnham but her father had met and argued with a Somerville girl at a friend’s dinner-table and he thought that sort of thing unsexed a woman. She hated it, she hated the mission-house; she hated the sleek lagoon, the palms, the burning sky.
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