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What does it matter? I am not a pauper, Annabel. Suddenly, such a shout as has seldom smitten human ears rent the air. The effort of self-repression cost him a sob. Wood in very characteristic attitudes, occupied a prominent place on the walls. The man had favoured him with a brief nod, but the girl had gone so far as to offer a tiny smile, and a look under her lashes with which not even Gerald, for all his scant interest in female society, could fail to be familiar. It was a duel, you understand, and that is not permitted. It was past seven when she got back to her hotel. He started a dozen stories, but they all ended in the waste-basket.
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