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” Annabel looked down. Her voice was soft and singularly musical; but from time to time she uttered old-fashioned words which forced him to grope mentally. She pulled, he rose to his feet. But she was only able to save a corner of the letter. After all, what did it matter?—it or anything else in the world? She was within reach of his arms, beautiful, compelling, herself as it seemed suddenly conscious of the light which was burning in his eyes. ” He said, his voice tinged with worry.
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