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" "When will you want me?"—with pitiful eagerness. "Don't stir," replied Jack. He put down his hat and umbrella, rested his hands on his hips, and regarded Ann Veronica firmly. Annabel lounged in her chair with a sort of insolent abandon in her pose, and wide-open eyes which never flinched or drooped. He wanted to put on his overcoat and come after you and look for you—in London. "Take care of yourself, then," rejoined Thames, doubling his fists, and advancing towards him: "though my right arm's stiff, I can use it, as you'll find.
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