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“What the hell. Probably he has something to say and can't say it, or he writes well about nothing. ‘Whither away, mademoiselle?’ he said grimly, ungently grasping her arm above the elbow. I'll see her myself; and that's more than she bargained for, I'll be sworn. Who is she, I say?” “My sister!” Annabel faltered. Men and women are not established things; they’re experiments, all of them. "Unless you have eaten a Syrian orange," he was always saying, "you have only a rudimentary idea of what an orange is. " "Perhaps that was it.
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