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Advancing to the middle of the chamber, he halted, drew himself up, and fixed his dark, expressive eyes, on Thames Darrell. "They have ever since been deposited in a place of safety. Not fit to be dust on your boots. He looked at Annabel, whose face was buried in her hands— he looked back at Anna, who was regarding him with an easy composure which secretly irritated him. ” He fumed. Nobody will ever know what the fleas thought.
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