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Stanley regarded his neighbor’s clean-shaven face almost warily. “Yes, John. But I waited in vain. “The Annabel who lives here, who sings every night at the ‘Unusual’? They call her by your old name. Quilt Arnold was stationed at the stair-head, near which the boat containing the captive boy was moored. And I suppose it is too much to expect that any entirely English young lady would be prepared to tolerate me for the remainder of my life.
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