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Anna, who had sung the first verse of her song, looked around the house, a little surprised at the absence of the applause which had never yet failed her. The uproar was tremendous—men yelling— dogs barking,—but above all was heard the stentorian voice of Jonathan, urging them on. What was his problem, she thought to herself. But I'm resolved to see Lady Trafford. "I must see him to-night. This is not the conduct of a jeune demoiselle. “You are their friend, then?” “I am,” Courtlaw answered. It would be very hard perhaps to make you understand just how I feel about it.
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