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It was he who saw them first coming down the room—Annabel in a wonderful white satin gown in front, and Sir John stiff, unbending, disapproving, bringing up the rear. Sir John, by instinct and training, was an unimaginative person. “I’ve been playing since I was five, Lucy! You’re just more talented than I am. ’ ‘Nonsense. “Poor old Alice!” Her brother Roddy came to her and demanded tea, and asked her to state a case. But the young man with the orange tie remained in his place, disputing whether the body had not something or other which he called its legitimate claims. “So you come from Anna, do you?” she remarked. He deserves none. Then came the great day.
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