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He installed Anna in a comfortable easy chair, and placed his own between her and the door. He would teach her all he knew of life so that if the Hand should ever reach his shoulder, she would be able to defend herself. “How could I, when your sister sings now at the ‘Unusual’ every night and the name ‘Alcide’ flaunts from every placard in London?” “The likeness between us,” she said, “before I began to disfigure myself with rouge and ill-dressed hair, was remarkable. I keep on thinking of little details and aspects of your voice, your eyes, the way you walk, the way your hair goes back from the side of your forehead. “Thanks to you. ” She replied, smiling awkwardly.
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