Who is she, I say?” “My sister!” Annabel faltered. She thought of the suitcase, the seventy-seven dollars for a Greyhound ticket that had expired. "Here is my purse; and I trust you will let me know to whom I am indebted for this important service. It’s horrible to think of you!” “You’re an awful brick, Teddy!” she said. Wild had escaped. Mr.
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