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A home MAY be a sort of cage, but still—it’s a home. I’d rather die than hear any more fairytales. Please sit down, Miss —dear me, I haven’t asked you your name yet. He seated himself before it. “I have noticed,” he said, “that you seem to delight in taking a topsy-turvy view of life. I hope you will always remember——” Annabel held out her hands with a little cry of protest. On the floor was a handkerchief, a little morsel of lace. I don't know; I really don't know," she found herself repeating. Lord, what a state I was in! Night after night I sat there, I watched her come in, I watched her go.
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