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"Where are the boys?"
"In the hall. “One
can’t tell. ”
“You have not told me yet,” Annabel said, “how it is that you have dared to
personate me. "I'll tell you," replied Jack, with forced calmness. Maybe later. "Drink your peg; don't bother about me. I'm burning to get to work. The general did what he might to hush it up, and paid
handsomely to manage it, I daresay. “MY DEAR DAUGHTER,” it ran,—“Here, on the verge of the season of
forgiveness I hold out a last hand to you in the hope of a reconciliation. She reached a tiny yellow-fronted cottage covered with flowering creepers, and
entered the front room by the wide-open window.
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