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“Look round the table,” she said. . But she did not speak. He could remember when women laid away their gowns in lavender—as this girl's mother had. He was sipping a glass of cold gin and water, and smoking a short black pipe. . ” The wonderful likeness between the two girls was never less noticeable than at that moment. The road from Surbiton and Epsom ran under the arch, and, like a bright fungoid growth in the ditch, there was now appearing a sort of fourth estate of little redand-white rough-cast villas, with meretricious gables and very brassy windowblinds. Remember ——” Annabel clutched her sister’s arm. Lucy crouched by the side of the grave, her head in her hands, rocking back and forth. A hand of iron fell upon the scowling young man’s shoulder.
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