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She did her best to overhaul her own appearance for
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the greater part of an hour, blotting lips, fluffing the
brush over her face. “I have the right of the man who loves you,” he declared. Lad, I admire you even in your folly. ” He complained,
handing it, case and all, to Lucy. Wood required little pressing. Annabel was
conscious then of the slow anger which had been burning within her since the
night of her visit to the “Unusual. “No,” said her brother, conclusively, “it’s not for a parent to go on persuading
a child. Besides, this is an affair which no one
but myself can settle. A crumpled-up newspaper
thrown from the gallery hit her upon the cheek.
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