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“But, dear, think! He is your father. In a very definite sense we are in the wrong —hopelessly in the wrong. How on earth does it concern you?” Annabel laughed hardly. You are to come home. The room was papered with green, large-patterned paper that was at worst a trifle dingy, and the arm-chair and the seats of the other chairs were covered with the unusual brightness of a large-patterned chintz, which also supplied the window-curtain. “But you yourself,” she exclaimed, glancing into his face, “you too look tired. I was not even sure whether it was loaded. . It’s the sort of way a woman always does gloss over her ethical positions. It’s all nonsense. —Give me the letters, my love," she added aloud, and in her most winning accents; "they're some wicked forgeries. It was, in fact, a group of interests quite unlike any other group, peculiar and special, and one to be thoroughly ashamed of. —'They can't, I tell you,' says I, in a bit of a passion; 'it's unconstitutional. It seemed to show a want of affection, to be a deliberate and unmerited disregard, to justify the reprisal of being hurt. “Is that plain?” she asked.
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