Every now and then she fingered an ornament, moved a piece of furniture, or rearranged some draperies. “I want a vote for myself,” she said. Whenever Ah Cum (whose normal stride was sufficient to keep him at the side of her chair) pointed out something of interest, she had to strain the cords in her neck to focus her glance upon the object. “Annabel!” she exclaimed. You were only one room removed from the library, see.
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