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” “May I ask,” Anna said softly, “what you presume to have been the nature of my errand here this evening?” Sir John pointed to Annabel, who was as yet utterly limp. You are much more like what I was then. ‘What the devil do you think you’re doing?’ protested Hilary angrily. Unless he has killed someone. " He stared at the agitated curtain; and slowly his chin sank until it touched his chest. She went to the post-office and drew out and sent off her money to Ramage. “Excuse me a moment. Very glad. Poor fellow! he sometimes indulges the hope of marrying you, when he grows old enough. He uttered a short laugh.
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