In the distance a barrel-organ was grinding out a pot pourri of popular airs. ” Annabel leaned back in her chair and laughed till the tears stood in her eyes. ” Her reverie broke, and she found herself still in front of the looking glass, a barrette hanging loosely from her hair. She has already forgotten it. I have never in my life been so much puzzled by any one as by your sister.
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