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” Annabel clutched her sister’s hands. In vain he fondly urged his suit, And, all in vain, the question put; She answered,—"Mr. Annabel watched her with wide-open, terrified eyes. Tell her, that more than once, when about to commit some desperate offence, I have been restrained by her gentle image. ‘Oh, dearie me, you make me feel a traitor. “I won’t have you quarrelling and crying in the Avenue,” he said. Moving back to the corner again, she ran a hand back over the leather-bound books—which, she realised, were not books at all. She advanced, stabbing at him. “Want one?” Michelle deadpanned. She’s hated me for no apparent reason ever since Fourth Grade. I care for you.
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