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Annabel had been here then. The sun-canvas was stowed; and Spurlock's chair was set forward the foremast, where the bulging jib cast a sliding blue shadow over him. Apparently he did not see his recent companions. At the cost of quite a number of torn drafts she succeeded in evolving this: “DEAR MR. . I never ran away from anywhere with anybody anywhen. ” She looked at him with fluttering eyelids—sweetly grateful. ’ The girl held out her hands.
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