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Then she looked up the sweep of pine-trees to the towering sunlit cliffs and the high heaven above and then back to his face. “It is rather odd,” he said, “but I always thought that your name was Annabel and hers Anna. He had forgiven everybody. But why do you ask?" "Because—" stammered the boy. "Vat ish it, Mishter Vild?" inquired Mendez. " The little urchin set off, and presently returned with the sexton. “That’s the point. She was making it up. A beachcomber in embryo, and she had lent a hand through habit as much as through pity.
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