” “Quite true,” she answered briskly, “and thanks to you I have succeeded. Annabel was born soulless, a human butterfly, if ever there was one. You say you have twenty-four hundred in your letter of credit. Whenever McClintock had guests, he loafed with them on the west veranda in the morning.
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