The City worried him a good deal, and what energy he had left over he spent partly in golf, a game he treated very seriously, and partly in the practices of microscopic petrography. ‘Alors, I see it. " "I hope not," replied Wild. After all, it was what she had been praying for—and Annabel could not have known her address. "What's your name?" he said, addressing the audacious lad, who was looking about him as coolly as if nothing material was going on. It did not shock her; it amazed her, interested her beyond measure.
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