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It was wrenched away from Melusine’s clutching hands. “It jars. ’ ‘Oh, she is English?’ repeated Alderley, interest perking up. Anna crossed the street, and letting herself in at No. I’d rather starve!” For a moment the conversation hung upon that declaration. “It is not an easy matter,” he said, “for me to offer you an altogether adequate explanation. He sat in much the same attitude, and she stood just as she had stood when he told her she could not go to the Fadden Dance.
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