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“An uncle in New York is dead, and has left him loads of money. “We have come too close together for me to believe it. Now," he added, as his commands were reluctantly obeyed, "help me on with them. He leaned towards her as though anxious to see more of her face than that faint delicate profile gleaming like marble in the uncertain light. “The truth!” Annabel bent over her and whispered in her sister’s ear. "Look at it!" he felt like screaming. When the carpenter a moment afterwards stretched out his hand, scarcely knowing whether he was alive or dead, he found himself alone. She was greatly exercised by the problem of confiding in the Widgetts; they were dears, and she talked away two evenings with Constance without broaching the topic; she made some vague intimations in letters to Miss Miniver that Miss Miniver failed to mark. He seized a tray, squatted on the floor, and imitated the tom-tom. Sebastian was always a man who felt the need to surround himself with the trappings of the finer life.
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