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” Annabel moistened her dry lips with a handkerchief steeped in eau de Cologne. ‘Where is Gérard?’ ‘Out of town,’ Hilary said briefly. Profligate women are never reclaimed. “They might do you good,” she remarked. ’ Lady Bicknacre, resplendent in purple satin, and basking in her triumphantly full rooms—for it was obvious that her patronage of the refugees had set a quickly to be followed fashion—was all sorrow and sympathy when Gerald spoke of them. The coolies proceeded at a swinging, mincing trot, which gave to the suspended seat a dancing action similar to that of a suddenly agitated hangingspring of a birdcage.
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