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“I’m six hundred and forty-eight, John, but guess how old I look? Fifteen. “He is addressing a meeting of his constituents somewhere,” Annabel answered. He dressed rather after the fashion of the West End than the City, and affected a cultured urbanity that somehow disconcerted and always annoyed Ann Veronica’s father extremely. Loneliness—something that was almost physical: as if the vitality had been taken out of the air she breathed.
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