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“Oh, that. Her aunt went out of the room with dignity and a rustle, and up-stairs to the fastness of her own room. . ’ He became aware of his friend’s face before him. He might be unfortunate, but he would scarcely be a fool. The glass in the windows was broken—the roof unthatched—the walls dilapidated. Annabel lounged in her chair with a sort of insolent abandon in her pose, and wide-open eyes which never flinched or drooped.
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