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She was dressed for the street very much as her own maid was accustomed to dress, and there was a thick veil attached to her hat. What does it matter? I am not a pauper, Annabel. Annabel lounged in her chair with a sort of insolent abandon in her pose, and wide-open eyes which never flinched or drooped. But the vicomte has said that his sister may remain, but that the daughter must go.
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