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He kept at it even on those nights when the monsoon began to break with heavy storms and he had to weight down with stones everything on his table. ’ He reached into an inner pocket of his coat and brought out a packet of papers. She looked up and said, a little breathlessly, “I’m sorry, aunt, but I don’t think I can. She seemed smitten with a paroxysm of fear. At the least, the tales had the ability to make her forget where she was; which was something in their favour. "Will that do?" he added, returning it. “I have always,” she admitted calmly, “taken a certain amount of interest in Annabel’s future. “These are for you.
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