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” Annabel pulled up her veil. ” “May I put you in a hansom?” he asked, lifting his stick. After all, what did it matter?—it or anything else in the world? She was within reach of his arms, beautiful, compelling, herself as it seemed suddenly conscious of the light which was burning in his eyes. "But, I half suspect, of your father.
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