“What else was I to do?” For some seconds she stood watching him and both were thinking very quickly. "I'm at your mercy, Poll," rejoined Kneebone, abjectly. So he sharpened a score of pencils, and after fiddling about and rewriting the last page he had written the previous night, he plunged into work. She confronted him with his own double-standard. You are too kind. Nobody knows what his real name is, but he's a Hollander. Good-bye, Anna!” Annabel sprang up.
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