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After a little further discourse the old man took his departure. His face was downcast. "I must go. For the young, immortality must seem promising, even wonderful! The grass is always greener on the other side. It was he who saw them first coming down the room—Annabel in a wonderful white satin gown in front, and Sir John stiff, unbending, disapproving, bringing up the rear. The lines about his mouth gradually softened. “You remember the man in Paris who used to follow me about—Meysey Hill they called him?” He nodded. There were some deepseated fears of the rot spreading to England, if the simmering discontent of the peasantry of France were to erupt any further. Only sat, staring at him, a puzzled look in her face. ” Annabel yawned.
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