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Daughters were not like sons. . . Ennison himself, with the recollection of Annabel’s visit still fresh in his mind, was for a moment constrained and ill at ease. ‘Well, she’d better learn fast if she wants any truck with me. She wore a plain black dress, reaching almost to her throat—her small oval face, with the large brown eyes, was colourless, delicately expressive, yet with something mysterious in its Sphinx-like immobility. I’m sorry to hurt your feelings. What more is there to be said? She defies me!” It was extraordinary. Something drew you. " "They know.
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