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By the time I had recovered myself she had gone. "Where?" she cried. Taber is the name. Part 6 He became quite sure, by a sort of accumulation of reflection, as the day wore on. It was high afternoon, there was no great throng of footpassengers, and many an eye from omnibus and pavement rested gratefully on her fresh, trim presence as she passed young and erect, with the light of determination shining through the quiet self-possession of her face. Anna watched her with curious eyes.
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