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"Couldn't you speak to him?" "What?—and be insulted for my trouble? No, thank you!" "That is it. The theme was a masquerade. “You are mine, Annabel, and nothing shall ever make me give you up. His blood would be sweet with it. Please don’t let any one know that. She looked, Dorothée said, just as she always looks. Gerald frowned. The dream flowers and is harvested, and we are left by the wayside, having served our singular purpose in the scheme of progress: as the orange is tossed aside when sucked of its ruddy juice. How the deuce, though, am I going to account for her? People will be asking questions when they see her; and if I tell the truth, they'll start to snubbing her. She fled.
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