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This was the bitterest hour he had ever known. Somebody ought to talk to him, warn him. They sat in the front row. His voice when he spoke was almost fiercely assertive, but there was an undernote of nervousness. For a moment she remained silent. Her knees almost sank beneath her as she raised the latch of the front door and looked out. Very likely you will disapprove highly of what I have done—I wonder? You may, perhaps, think I have done it just in a fit of childish petulance because my father locked me in when I wanted to go to a ball of which he did not approve. ‘Oh, dearie me, you make me feel a traitor. The doctor would naturally offer a hundred objections; he might seriously interfere; so he must be forestalled. ” He got up and went to the guest room door and locked it. You can trust me, Anna.
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