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A few feet away, across the low vases of pink and white roses, sat Annabel, more beautiful to-night perhaps than ever before in her life. ‘And if it is true that you love me, I do not know why it is that you do not kiss me again at once. Immediately a feathered hat emerged, under which a familiar countenance was visible. It also told you how to write on all occasions, how to take out a patent, how to doctor a horse, and who Achates was. He walked through a wide open archway, curtained with deep-blue curtains, into the apartment that served as a reception-room. Mother and Son.
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