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She withdrew her head with a little moan, and resumed her flight. Annabel passed on with a strained nod to her sister, and Sir John’s bow was a miracle of icy displeasure. If he did resemble me, I shouldn't care about him. 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. “Whither away?” he said, very distinctly in a curiously wheedling voice. " "I feel I have, dear Winny!" replied Thames, abashed at his own rudeness; "my conduct is inexcusable.
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