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She remained for some seconds crouching at the fender, poker in hand. He remembered little whispered speeches of hers, so like the Annabel of Paris, so unlike the woman he loved, a hundred little things should have told him long ago. ” “I say, you know, you have some pluck. It isn’t sentiment but it’s horse sense. Grudgingly he admired her. “I’m next, Mr. ” “You do not deny that you are my wife,” he asked hoarsely. He had sufficient strength to wait upon himself.
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