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Until now none of her prayers had ever been answered. F. Annabel was born soulless, a human butterfly, if ever there was one. The thing is, Miss Charvill —’ ‘He told you my name?’ cut in Melusine, surprised. To have sprung this upon them to-night would have been worth a thousand pounds. I’ll be ready in a moment. “But, my dear!” said Ann Veronica’s aunt. It plucked shingles from the school building, threatening to shake them all loose one by one like rotting teeth. But that, and that sort of thing, is just a day-dream. One chance in a thousand, and that would be the girl.
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