But at this point he was still subservient, still outwardly humble, in spite of the blackhearted villainy that was even then burgeoning in his breast. I’m sorry. Annabel had spoken calmly enough and steadily, but his brain refused at first to accept the full meaning of her words. "Curse him!" muttered Abraham. One has to train one’s self not to. He seemed so clean anyway, his fair 215 skin, his light brown hair, there almost seemed to be no point. Everybody looked askance at everybody else.
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