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Annabel watched her with wide-open, terrified eyes. He spoke English with astonishing facility and with a purity which often embarrassed his tourists. She took up one of her father’s novels and put it down again, fretted up to her own room for some work, sat on her bed and meditated upon the room that she was now really abandoning forever, and returned at length with a stocking to darn. To that, perhaps, a large part of its satisfyingness was due. So I dare say I was christened Jack. In privacy he read and reread it a dozen times, and eventually destroyed it by fire. If I do not look after her, she has no one.
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