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“Annabel,” she said, “you are my sister, or I would bid you take the flowers if you care for them, and leave the room. He had not proceeded far when he was alarmed by the tramp of a horse, which seemed to be rapidly approaching, and he had scarcely time to leap the hedge and conceal himself behind a tree, when a tall man, enveloped in an ample cloak, with his hat pulled over his brows, rode by at full speed. You haven’t an idea what the sort of employment you could get there would be like, the sort of people you would be mixed up with. As she approached the corner of the Avenue the blond, no-hatted man in gray flannels appeared. .
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