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She passed down the stairs and into the street. A few feet away, across the low vases of pink and white roses, sat Annabel, more beautiful to-night perhaps than ever before in her life. This is her first adventure. A wild passion of shame and self-disgust swept over her. These two elderly ladies would call her stark mad. ‘Quick, Gérard. I’d rather die than hear any more fairytales. I find you were excessively brave, mon pauvre. He lost control of the machine, was upset and nearly killed. A few steps brought him to the door of the vault in which his mother was immured. Ann Veronica could at the same time ask herself what this queer old gentleman could have meant by speaking to her, and know—know in general terms, at least—what that accosting signified. “Let us escape,” she said.
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