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There’s no sense in morality, I suppose, unless you are fundamentally immoral. The teacher droned on and on about the mournful funerary love of Romeo and Juliet, a tale she had long since tired of. You're in luck to-night, widow. ” Chapter XVIII ANNABEL AND “ALCIDE” Lady Ferringhall lifted her eyes to the newcomer, and the greeting in them was obviously meant for him alone. For four hours he had shifted his own troubles to the shoulders of these imaginative characters. It was denied him, for as he closed his eyes—though but for an instant—the whole scene of his former visit to the place rose before him. - You provide, in accordance with paragraph 1.
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