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There's my thumb upon it. “Why do you hate me again, my love?” He seemed to brighten, feeding upon the intensity of her emotion. He slackened his pace as he reached the flat. But it annoyed Ann Veronica. The sound of their strident voices floated upwards, the high nasal note of the predominant Americans, the shrill laughter of girls quick to appreciate the wit of such of their male companions as thought it worth while to be amusing.
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