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Who is she, I say?” “My sister!” Annabel faltered. But d—n him! let's talk o' something more agreeable. ‘Because she, naturally enough, does not consider that it is in any way my affair. " "There's a funny idea in my head. He himself, middle-aged, steeped in traditions of the City and moneymaking, very ill-skilled in all the lighter graces of life, as he himself well knew, could yet come to her invested with something of the halo of romance by the almost magical powers of an unlimited banking account. " At this moment, Rachel and Blueskin returned. She had never been "My child" or "My dear"; always her name—Ruth. The joy that filled her veins with throbbing fire urged her to rise and go swinging and whirling and dipping. She tiptoed to the stand and gathered up the manuscripts which she carried to a chair by the window. ‘You can’t prove nothing. She packed her backpack with a change of clothes, some rags, and her old length of piano wire. She was sorry for his liking her too much for his own good, but her need was too desperate to cavil at turning it to useful account. You yourself, I am sure, recognize how impossible you have made it for me now to do anything of the sort.
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