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It did not shock her; it amazed her, interested her beyond measure. Her attenuated arms were crossed upon her breast; and her black brows and eyelashes contrasted fearfully with the livid whiteness of her skin. “Annabel,” she said, “you are my sister, or I would bid you take the flowers if you care for them, and leave the room. “The real reason why I am out of place here,” she said, “is because I like men. “You must play for us again sometime. I wrenched this off, and in an envelope addressed to me in faded ink, I found the locket and the pearls. I asked him why, and he hadn’t a reason.
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