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He remembered little whispered speeches of hers, so like the Annabel of Paris, so unlike the woman he loved, a hundred little things should have told him long ago. At the back of her mind there seemed always one irrelevant qualifying spectator whose presence she sought to disregard. But, uttering a loud cry, he was swept away by the headlong torrent. I always thought that I could find and destroy all of her children, but there was no keeping up with it.
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