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“Do not be frightened, dear,” she said. Spurlock had found the typewriter, oiled and cleaned it, and began to practise on it in the night. A stout wooden shutter, opening inwardly, being removed, disclosed a grating of iron bars. ” Annabel had been lying curled up on the lounge, the personification of graceful animal ease. ‘I do not understand you. “Are you aware, Ann Veronica, you nearly throttled that gentleman?” Then she reviled her own foolish way of putting it. She’s got a great imagination. "'Odd's-my-life!—what's that?" he cried, greatly alarmed. They were bickering, she could tell by the way the mother threw her fat arms into the air and paced restlessly about the tiny clapboard house. She guarded her mother, or at least she had liked to think so.
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