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” He looked at her gravely. She did not learn the kind of looks she had been bestowing upon him at a convent. ” Annabel looked down. He had found her by the same agency her father had: native talk, which flew from isle to isle as fast as proas could carry it. “Well?” she said. She’s right upstairs. I am something of an old fogey, Anna, I’m afraid, but if you treat me like this you will teach me to forget it. ” She thought of her father, and with an effort dismissed him from her mind. And then if some day Capes wanted her—saw fit to alter his views upon friendship.
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