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She repeated this breathlessly. “Please call me Carol. Through an open door was a glimpse of the bathroom—a vision of luxury, out of which Annabel herself, in a wonderful dressing-gown and followed by a maid presently appeared. “You are afraid,” she said, “that the young man who thinks that he is my husband has upset me. He hadn't gambled or played the horses or hit the booze back there in little old New York…. At length, however, the prisoner was got out, when such was the rush of the multitude that several persons were trampled down, and received severe injuries. “But don’t you know about me?” he said at last. He was walking listlessly along, well-dressed, debonnair, good-looking. To dream and to labour: to you, my labour; to Ruth, my dreams. ‘Don’t be silly.
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