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She smiled. “I ought to look up Gwen,” she said. He remembered little whispered speeches of hers, so like the Annabel of Paris, so unlike the woman he loved, a hundred little things should have told him long ago. The less said, therefore, on this point the better; because, as nothing is to be gained by it, it would only be trouble thrown away. Besides, she had admitted her identity.
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