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A pane of glass was shivered by each stone. “I have always,” she admitted calmly, “taken a certain amount of interest in Annabel’s future. ‘One of they Frenchies, that’s what I say—if it ain’t a ghost. “What can one say?” she exclaimed. “I wonder how it is,” she exclaimed, “that my friends have so much more confidence in me than I have in myself. ” His fingers touched hers for a moment under the ledge of the box. ‘Well?’ she said.
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