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5. ‘You are an avid reader, I take it. Why doesn’t she marry? Plenty of money under her father’s will. ” “Annabel, are you mad? To England! You are joking, of course. "Did you write it?" "No. She would never return to her father; that resolution was final. The big gray spaces of London, the shop-lit, greasy, shining streets, had become very remote; the biological laboratory with its work and emotions, the meetings and discussions, the rides in hansoms with Ramage, were like things in a book read and closed. The Lord have mercy upon you!" This ceremony concluded, the calvacade was again put in motion. “I’ve tried to make words tell it.
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