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Wily little devil she is. ” Annabel leaned back in her chair and laughed till the tears stood in her eyes. Each one had been different from the others, each had had a quality all its own, a distinctive freshness, a distinctive beauty. Jack seemed glad enough to rest, his back against the wall, and closed his eyes. All that is jolly and as it should be.
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