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It’s a sort of home-leaving instinct. On a sudden, a change came over her countenance, which, up to this moment, had worn a smiling and satisfied expression. Annabel was born soulless, a human butterfly, if ever there was one. If you’ve got anything to say, you must say it to your aunt—” “But look here, daddy!” He flapped the Times at her with an imperious gesture. "So that was it? And what the devil are you doing here, moping alone on the beach? Why aren't you with her in this hour of bitterness?" "What can I do?" "You can go to her and take her in your arms. That’s who you ought to go and see, miss. If you were ten years younger, you'd have me wondering. "Strange!" observed the Master; "I thought he'd been at my elbow all this time. "My enemy," replied her son.
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