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Gerald crossed back to the window. “Your name and address were upon an envelope found in the pocket of an Englishman who was brought here late last night suffering from serious injuries,” he said in a dry official tone. I should think, Anna, that your own sense—er—of propriety would enable you to see this. Shall I send him to Sir John?” Annabel was white to the lips, but her anger was not yet spent. Besides, I acted for others, and not for myself.
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