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“You are a dear,” she exclaimed affectionately. ” Annabel had been lying curled up on the lounge, the personification of graceful animal ease. He was so depressed and disheartened that he did not then believe he would ever write again. There was no way of recalling the words; so she waited. Her attenuated arms were crossed upon her breast; and her black brows and eyelashes contrasted fearfully with the livid whiteness of her skin. He was a tall man and fair, with bluish eyes that were rather protuberant, and long white hands of which he made a display.
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