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Drummond took up a cigarette and lit it. ‘I knew it. He was always forgetting that his tummy was fifty-four years old. Amid a litter of nails without heads, screws without worms, and locks without wards, lay a glue-pot and an oilstone, two articles which their owner was wont to term "his right hand and his left. In the grate were some charred fragments of a marriage certificate. . Between him and the beach stood the sum of six hundred dollars. I am fairly well hardened in iniquity—your iniquity, Annabel—but I decline to have a husband thrust upon me. Anna——” Again she stopped him, but this time it was not so easy.
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