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Many knew Diane’s disdain for the Beck family as well, “who would take in any stray that arrived mewling at their doorstep. Annabel thought, and thought again. "My son," she murmured, wringing her hands piteously—, "my son the companion of thieves! My son in Jonathan Wild's power! It cannot be. I received a telegram, as you know, during dinner. All was darkness, horror, confusion, ruin. The comments on the makeover lessened but were replaced by long admiring glances by boys who had never before given her the time of day. . "That's tremendous!" he cried. You must wait till supper's over.
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