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‘Don’t lose your temper again. “She’s my wife,” the man muttered. “You’re just a boy! You grow moody and spellbound, John, and the next moment you are ecstatic. ‘Never mind that now. Gay, the poet, who wrote the 'Captives,' which was lately acted at Drury Lane, and was so much admired by the Princess of Wales. She complained of the crowded cities, dismayed that the people were repopulating them like rabbits. Suddenly Ah Cum laughed aloud. I will go to-night. For a moment he did not recognize Annabel. Wood, with a look meant to reduce her supposed rival to the dust.
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