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” Anna nodded. I had to sell out, you see, when my father died, for the estate is in my hands. She is no more English than that set of beggars over there. ” “It was Cheveney!” he said slowly. Her aunt was making herself cuffs out of little slips of insertion under the newly lit lamp. They drove around town that night in his Buick convertible.
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