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Sir John and Annabel seated themselves at one of them, and the proprietor himself, a small dark-visaged man, radiant with smiles, came hurrying up, followed by a waiter. “Miss Ellicot!” Brendon echoed. The bridge was protected on either side by a railing with bannisters placed at wide intervals. The young man opposite was straining his ears to listen to their conversation. htm or 16215-h. Anything. No more did she offer her forehead for the good-night kiss. It had been Ann Veronica’s lot as the youngest child to live in a home that became less animated and various as she grew up.
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