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Spurling, "I hope he may never see Tyburn. Courtlaw found himself ushered without questions into Annabel’s long low drawing-room, fragrant with flowers and somewhat to his surprise, crowded with guests. She was definitely following him. “How odd that I should almost spring into your arms just on my doorstep!” she remarked gaily. Yet she could not bring herself to hate the girl, or even Gianfrancesco, the one who would have sent her to her death more than once. It is enough to make a man throw away canvas and brushes into the bottomless precipices, enough to make one weep with despair at his utter and absolute impotence. There came a wild rush of anthropological lore into her brain, a flare of indecorous humor. It was comforting to have her there, snoring gently. Her mind wandered back to that fateful day.
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