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Such ambitions as he had were stereotyped and material. Has she any funds?" "She must have. He was ill at ease, though he would not have confessed his disquietude even to himself. It’s odd how little I know of him, and of how he feels and what he feels. He looked just like John Wayne in a cowboy movie, his eyes narrow and squinting, except his hair was long, unruly, and jet black. She was a very elegant young woman, slightly taller perhaps than her sister, and with an air of reserved strength underneath her quiet face and manner which Annabel may have lacked. "There's nothing in his clothes. He was a wonderful little creature with a perfect tiny face, mottled pink cheeks, and eyes brighter than May. "I can do without it," muttered Jack.
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