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She wanted to cry out upon herself for the uttermost fool in existence. But you are Annabel. She reached a tiny yellow-fronted cottage covered with flowering creepers, and entered the front room by the wide-open window. By-the-bye,” he added, in a suddenly altered tone, “I hope, I trust—that you have not entered into any arrangements with any one here?” “I—oh no!” Anna said, a little faintly. “I regret that you should ever have proposed it,” he went on. For a time her efforts to achieve a comprehensive concentration were dispersed by the passage of the village street of Caddington, the passing of a goggled car-load of motorists, and the struggles of a stable lad mounted on one recalcitrant horse and leading another. Sixteen thousand! Mark me, young man, you'll pay it back through the nose, every dollar of it!" "I owe you nothing. " "If you're in earnest," rejoined Blueskin, "give me that bag of gold. She’d prefer that I read classic literature, of course, but she only reads paperback romance novels, so she can’t exactly complain. ’ ‘Ah, that was an affair altogether different,’ she explained and fluttered her long lashes at him.
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