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She remembered possessing it during the Gold Rush. Was there ever such madness?” “I am afraid that I don’t understand,” Ennison answered. ” “You are sure that he asked for me—not for Annabel?” “Certain,” Courtlaw answered. As she danced there was in her ears the faded echo of wooden tom-toms. ‘Parbleu, you waste time. And she would have to go tomorrow. Nobody who cared. To be near someone, even someone who made a pretense of friendliness, to hear voices, her own intermingling, would serve as a rehabilitating tonic. ” He stood quite silent for a moment, his eyes fixed upon her face.
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