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“Oh, please. ’ ‘Don’t count on it. “The truth!” Annabel bent over her and whispered in her sister’s ear. She turned them down and gently placed the violin back in its red fake fur lined chamber. The recollection of all her unhappiness, the loveless years, the unending loneliness, the injustice of it, rolled up to her lips in verbal lava. Only promise me this. ’ ‘Don’t be stuffy, Hilary,’ admonished his betrothed. " "Thank'ee, Sir," grinned Sheppard. “Of course I’m manager for this expedition,” he said, after an interval of self-examination. ” “I think so,” said Ann Veronica, and colored. ” He was intrigued. ’ ‘I’m afraid you are right.
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