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He bore it as long as he could, watching all the time with fascinated eyes Annabel moving gracefully about amongst her guests, always gay, with a smile and a whisper for nearly everybody. “Is this hansom for me?” she said. ” Annabel pulled down her veil to hide the tears. I don't care how soon he learns that he has lost his adopted son. 144 I think he heard about the backpack and the spitballs finally. He had heard me sing—the fool thought himself in love with me. One day she awoke and he was cavorting about underneath the covers.
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