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On the mantelpiece in front of her was a note addressed to her in Annabel’s handwriting. Nothing but the constraint of social usage now linked him to her. She went into premature labor. As silent as she had remained about who had brought her home last night. The manager twisted his moustache. “I am not dependent upon any one. And she did not merely affect to be driven—she felt driven. All the same, I wish I had that fellow by the throat! Just the virile, unregenerate man in me wishes that.
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