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Tell him the truth, Annabel. He leaned back in a low chair, and watched her graceful movements, the play of her white hands as she bent over some wonderful machine. Wood's anxiety grew so insupportable, that he seized his hat with the intention of sallying forth in search of them, though he did not know whither to bend his steps, when his departure was arrested by a gentle knock at the door. When you send for me I shall come back. ‘And you, my girl, if you’d been born at all, would have been just what you think you are. " "For procuring my imprisonment?" "For saving your life. If you do not find your aunt, my people will take you under wing until you can stand on your own.
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