“Mind my smoking?” said Roddy. He looked at Annabel, whose face was buried in her hands— he looked back at Anna, who was regarding him with an easy composure which secretly irritated him. Her voice was weak and flat. Her cheeks were aflame. "And me," added Mrs. He did it, he said, “to distract his mind.
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