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She felt that for a time at any rate her depressing struggle against continual failure was at an end. . ” “Do you think it is really worth while?” Lady Lescelles asked gently. Poor soul! she nearly died when she heard he had robbed his master; and it might have been well if she had done so, for she never afterwards recovered her reason. ’ ‘I’m that sorry, miss,’ Kimble said glumly. She had been built for canvas and oil-lamps, and this new thingumajig that kept her nose snoring at eight knots when normally she was able to boil along at ten, and these unblinking things they called lamps (that neither smoked nor smelled), irked and threatened to ruin her temper. “What do you mean, Annabel? You only knew Mr.
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