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He did not particularly care. She hunted the markets for bread and treats so they could feast during the day. It was Annabel who caught at the paper. ” Anna laughed softly. They trudged and talked, and Manning struggled, as he said, to “get the hang of it all. "Mother!" she echoed,—"mother! why do you call me by that name?" "Because you are my mother. ‘Dolt! Muttonheaded oaf! Why the deuce couldn’t he have sent you home?’ Valade cut in at that. Almost at once she had comprehended that she was expected to write down her name and address, which she did, in slanting cobwebby lettering, perhaps a trifle laboriously. You've nothing to do but to take possession.
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