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Almost light-heartedly. He looked across at Annabel, and he groaned. . Once or twice she commented upon it, but she knew that it was resultant of his fear of her impending departure. Standing on tiptoe, on a joint-stool, placed upon the bench, with his back to the door, and a clasp-knife in his hand, this youngster, instead of executing his appointed task, was occupied in carving his name upon a beam, overhead. Unless they remind him now and then not to. There were so many things about her which he could not understand. ’ ‘Was it?’ Her lips twitched.
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