Who is she, I say?” “My sister!” Annabel faltered. It is bad policy. Then Capes shifted his eyes to her microscope and the little trays of unmounted sections beside it. He stood on the top step for a moment, lost in deep thought. “I wonder,” she began, presently, “why I love you—and love you so much?. I’d ruin the things if I so much as touched one. ‘Now let’s have it. Good-bye, aunt. He donned his winter coat.
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