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” Anna gave her address to the driver. And not a worthy tome in sight. She realized dimly that there was no personal thing behind his cry, that countless myriads of Mannings had “My God!”-ed with an equal gusto at situations as flatly apprehended. ” Mike parroted in a nasal tone. She had lost her nerve, and there was no more freedom in London for her that night. He has told me sufficient of you—" "My dear," interposed Wood, "for goodness' sake—" "I will speak," screamed his wife, totally disregarding the interruption; "I will tell this worthless creature what I know about her,—and what I think of her. It isn’t sentiment but it’s horse sense. ‘Do not move, messieurs, or I shall be compelled to blow off your head. ‘It’s my belief she is a nun.
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