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He’s a prig to the finger-tips, is Sir John—doesn’t know what an artist is. “We are not going the right way,” she exclaimed. But he dismissed that because then she would ask her lover and not him all these things. Annabel lounged in her chair with a sort of insolent abandon in her pose, and wide-open eyes which never flinched or drooped. They walked across a moat of pea gravel that crunched like noisy cereal under their feet. Every drop of blood in her body glowed and expanded. "Well, Lady Trafford," he said, fixing a severe look upon her. “YOU wouldn’t like to be independent?” he asked, abruptly. “I won’t pretend,” he said, “that this is an accident. I don’t want any laws or freedoms to protect me from a man like Mr.
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