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Seven hundred forty-two dollars and eighty-one cents, the sum total of her money in the world that she hid in a filigreed cigar box shelved behind her schoolbooks. ” “Annabel! Annabel!” Annabel stamped her foot. The smell that emanated from the opening was abominable. ToC That night Jack walked to Paddington, and took up his quarters at a small tavern, called the Wheat-sheaf, near the green. She mentally reprimanded herself to alter her own visage so as not to appear depraved.
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