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” “There was no need for such heroism,” Annabel said coldly. She answered him with another kiss, long and deep. “Until you marry, Vee,” said Hetty. "Vot are you?" "Practising patience," growled Abraham. Annabel lounged in her chair with a sort of insolent abandon in her pose, and wide-open eyes which never flinched or drooped. Once he chuckled aloud. Their conversation became stilted. You mustn’t go clawing after a man that doesn’t belong to you—that isn’t even interested in you. She sought hastily in her mind for a plausible answer to an obvious question that didn’t come. She thought of the suitcase, the seventy-seven dollars for a Greyhound ticket that had expired.
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