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There came a wild rush of anthropological lore into her brain, a flare of indecorous humor. ” Sir John stamped his letters, brushed his hat, and carefully gave his moustache an upward curl before the looking-glass. I had a sort of idea,” he went on, “that you were starting life all over again, and it seemed awfully plucky. I decided to go in and wait. Annabel, tell me that you did not wish me dead.
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