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” She
spoke rather quickly, because she found her father’s question the most awkward
she had ever had to answer in her life. She had been built
for canvas and oil-lamps, and this new thingumajig that kept her nose snoring at
eight knots when normally she was able to boil along at ten, and these
unblinking things they called lamps (that neither smoked nor smelled), irked and
threatened to ruin her temper. ‘I said you were sympathique,’ she told him. ”
Annabel sank suddenly into a chair. I've come all these miles for this young fellow; but I don't
cotton to the idea of lallygagging four weeks in this burg. She could not
say who, not yet. Indeed, if he had been ignorant of it, the sound of voices which he
could faintly distinguish, would have served as a caution to him. \"
\"All right.
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