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” He sat for a moment, absorbing. It was as if she had come upon the beautiful marble façade of a fairy palace, was invited to enter, and behind the door—nothing. ’ Her gaze followed the butler, who was moving towards the door. Capes was something superadded. “Earning a salary!” “You’re like a Princess in Exile!” he repeated, overruling her. And then you can go home and think things over before we talk again. “She”, you say. Miss Stanley, it was manifest, had given him Ann Veronica’s address. What happened? Did you turn me?” “Yes, my love. Perhaps," she added, in a whisper, as she appropriated the beforenamed article, "he has a pocket-book.
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