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“Who are you—Annabel Pellissier or her ghost?” Anna laughed. Spurlock was basically a poet, quick to recognize beauty, animate or inanimate, and to transcribe it in unuttered words. Her girl, Clarice, was ten and just as pretty as a silver bell. Manning leaned forward on the table, talking discursively on the probable brilliance of their married life. 1 through 1.
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