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She patted John's head with her palm, its surface appealingly fuzzy. Very slowly, very fearfully, she turned her head. I don't think he'll come to himself too soon. She went up-stairs and hesitated between four doors with ground-glass panes, each of which professed “The Women’s Bond of Freedom” in neat black letters. “He knows. “I killed him. ” Annabel, who was looking very well, and who was most becomingly dressed, moved to a seat from which she could command a view of the road outside. Eventually her movements carried her to the little stand at the side of the bed. Then he would turn his face to her, and she would have to think of herself in his eyes.
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