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Why? Love was a word of God's, and yet her father had denied it—denied it to the Book, denied it to his own flesh and blood. But in the appendix of the dictionary she had discovered magic names—Hugo, Dumas, Thackeray, Hawthorne, Lytton. Of course Nicholas was bound to give her a French name. “You’re—I don’t know,” said Ann Veronica. Pull yourself together, Annabel! I must have the truth. “I am going,” she said grimly, with three hairpins in her mouth. On the contrary, I am altogether satisfied. " "Is this your notable scheme!" asked the knight, scornfully. ” Annabel moistened her dry lips with a handkerchief steeped in eau de Cologne. There's one person in the house whom I wouldn't frighten for the world.
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