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Annabel passed on with a strained nod to her sister, and Sir John’s bow was a miracle of icy displeasure. You don’t know what you’re saying, and I hope you never will. I’m not such a bad sort. He was a young man of about two-and-twenty, who, without having anything remarkable either in dress or appearance, was yet a noticeable person, if only for the indescribable expression of cunning pervading his countenance. I could not have spoken to her.

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