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Don’t stand gawping, man. She gurgled. “You go home,” he said, at parting; “you go home. On the mantelpiece in front of her was a note addressed to her in Annabel’s handwriting. That Frenchie, that’s who she is. Returning to the churchyard, he walked round it; and on the western side, near a small yew-tree discovered a new-made grave. Basically a kindly man but made cynical and derisive by sordid contacts, O'Higgins had almost forgotten that there was such a thing as unselfishness. She was to see Capes to-morrow, but now, in this state of misery she had achieved, she felt assured he would turn his back upon her, take no notice of her at all. She struggled not to be afraid. She had decided that she would spend the next morning answering advertisements in the papers that abounded in the writing-room; and so, after half an hour’s perusal of back numbers of the Sketch in the drawingroom, she had gone to bed. “They’re all doing great. “Hey,” he said, his eyes slowly adjusting to the soft blackness.
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