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“You are the Sir John Ferringhall who has bought the Lyndmore estate, are you not?” she remarked. “But what can one do?” asked Ann Veronica. The kind of man who isn’t content with his science, and writes articles in the monthly reviews. And because of this hanging gold Ah Cum left many doors open to doubt. How on earth does it concern you?” Annabel laughed hardly. There was a very white-faced youngster of eighteen who brushed back his hair exactly in Russell’s manner, and was disposed to be uncomfortably silent when he was near her, and to whom she felt it was only Christian kindness to be consistently pleasant; and a lax young man of five-and-twenty in navy blue, who mingled Marx and Bebel with the more orthodox gods of the biological pantheon.
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