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She went to a dramatic agent, and he turned out to be the one who had heard me sing in Paris. When he finally telegraphed his startling information to Hong-Kong, it was too late for O'Higgins to act. Voices floated down, but there was no sound of pursuit. “Annabel!” He looked at her thoughtfully. She tucked her stick under her arm and re-read Manning’s letter. " "Jack's mother?" exclaimed the young man. Already the warm sun was drawing from the pines their delicious odour. It had ceased raining, but the atmosphere was moist and chill, and the ground deluged by the recent showers. And so Misther Wudd lives near the Black Lion, eh?" "He does," replied Thames.
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