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She sat perfectly still, however. Remember, in your story—look at it, scattered everywhere!—that line? We arrive at true happiness only through labyrinths of misery. That last year in Paris, when Annabel and she had lived in different worlds, had often been a nightmare to her. "My horse has had a fall," replied Jack, assuming to perfection—for he was a capital mimic,—the tones of Quilt Arnold.
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