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unless a copyright notice is included. ‘Oh, Jacques, I cannot forgive myself!’ ‘Never you fret, miss,’ he uttered at once in a faint voice. The wastrel, the ne'er-do-well, who went mostly nobly to a fine end. ” Annabel looked down. ‘Your niece, ma’am. To have written a short story in a week was rather a remarkable feat. Out of the beaten track, far from the trails of men! He relaxed. She twanged the catgut under her fingers.
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