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In a momentary fury she seized and tore in pieces the study which remained upon the easel. She hated to leave; for this hour would be the most interesting. ” His fingers touched hers for a moment under the ledge of the box. Annabel passed on with a strained nod to her sister, and Sir John’s bow was a miracle of icy displeasure. His shirt also was unbuttoned, and disclosed a neck like that of an ox, and a chest which might have served as a model for a Hercules. ” “No,” said Ann Veronica, offhandedly.
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