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On the mantelpiece in front of her was a note addressed to her in Annabel’s handwriting. He was not sure that the boy had put himself beyond the pale; merely, the boy's actions pointed that way. A swift frown brought the still dark brows together for a moment. She liked the high, easy swing of the thing over its big wheels, the quick clatter-patter of the horse, the passage of the teeming streets.
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