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“You will have some tea?” she asked. It is the old story of a Westerner meddling with an Eastern custom. "Stir a foot, at your peril. He had taken it back. Let us search it. But you must allow me to observe, my good Sir, that you're wholly in the wrong respecting my friend. ’ She turned quickly away that her feelings might not be obvious to Lucy and her great-aunt. Annabel saw it, and suddenly changed her tone. She stole the opportunity to peer at his departing figure from the closed curtains of the front room window, his shoulders slumped forward, his posture and his ego slightly deflated. Lonesomeness isn't my worry. Men had tried that before, but never until now had they been quick enough. ‘Come on. I want to give myself to you. Spurling, half aside.
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