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She is a year or so older than I am, and she is, well, of a very serene and proud and dignified temperament. It is a lovely little appendage to the mother who smiles over it, and it does things quaintly like her, gestures with her very gestures. “Look round the table,” she said. I hated the stuff. What would you? I cannot fight them all. How dare you use my name and sing my songs?” Anna looked at her sister in blank amazement. He pulled her from him to kiss her on the mouth and paused, looking into her face. My name is Annabel, not Anna.
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