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“It is the same man, Annabel,” she said. Then Manning flopped back in his chair and dropped his chin like a man shot. When my father died, and we were left alone in Jersey, I was quite a long time deciding whether I would go in for singing professionally or try painting. “No. He rested his brow on his hand and conveyed magnificent tragedy by his pose. I don't threaten idly, as you know. It was the first—and the last! At this juncture, the handle of the door was tried, and the voice of Mr. Earles closed the piano with a little bang. It’s one of our conventional superstitions.
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