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“An annuity—a sum of money paid to you yearly or quarterly through my solicitors, and which you can consider as a gift from your sister. His eyebrows arched, knotting in the middle. Single pearls— Lord knows where they come from!—are always turning up, some of them of fine lustre; but I never set eyes on them. He recalled with exasperating perplexity her clear, matter-of-fact tone as she talked about love-making being unconvincing. At least, you are one, and I am disguised like one. "Always plenty to spare. Had he been trying to get her attention before that day, or did he simply want his silly pencil returned? \"I'm John. Slash and cut as much as you please. Wouldn't it be fun to see his name on a book-cover some day? He'll go strutting up and down without ever dreaming he owed the whole shot to us. Our ideal had fallen. And afterward she saw a very much larger and more enthusiastic gathering, a meeting of the advanced section of the woman movement in Caxton Hall, where the same note of vast changes in progress sounded; and she went to a soiree of the Dress Reform Association and visited a Food Reform Exhibition, where imminent change was made even alarmingly visible. ‘A French rat with exceedingly long arms, I see. It was the beginning and the end of the transaction. Some of the delicate colour which the afternoon walk had brought into her cheeks had already returned.
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