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Annabel, I was lying. A wave of pity went over him—pity for the patient, the girl, and his friend. But you belong to me—and I want you. A young man was playing the banjo. You must wait till supper's over. “Yes?” “You remember once, how we talked—at a gate on the Downs? We talked about how a girl might get an independent living. He shook his head. Filled as he was with conflicting emotions, any stretch of silence would be dangerous. "It seems like six long months to me. She was so interested, and this was such a relief from the trudging anxiety of her search for work, that she went on for a whole week as if she was still living at home. This was irregular. Wood, Sir," he added, with much emotion, "is one of the best of men, and would be the happiest, were it not that—" and he hesitated. "Yesh," replied Abraham. She munched her bland Whopper as he wolfed three in a row, stuffing his mouth with half a dozen French fries at a time.
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