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‘What in the world is that?’ demanded Miss Froxfield. "You know not what you do. And yet—he thought of the supper party where he had met Annabel Pellissier, the stories about her, his own few minutes’ whispered lovemaking! He was a self-contained young man, but his cheeks grew hot at the thought of the things which it had seemed quite natural to say to her then, but which he knew very well would have been instantly resented by the girl whom he had just left. Sepulchre's. Little more’n a week. Annabel! Annabel!” His voice became a shriek. You left Hong-Kong at night, by way of the Pearl River, and arrived in Canton the next morning. Let’s go up to my room.
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