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From time to time the man below would shout, and the boy would let the threads go with the snap of a harpist, only to recover them instantly. Shy, grateful in her loneliness for this unexpected attention, she had listened. She had been in the drawing-room for a few minutes before the gong had sounded, and had chattered gaily to every one. “Annabel;” he moaned. There are human limitations, and no doubt you reached yours. An Englishwoman.
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