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The pole-chair caravan resumed its journey. 4 \"No thanks. Who is she, I say?” “My sister!” Annabel faltered. He has a way of sitting on people. “You didn’t expect that I should kiss you?” “How was I to know that a man would—would think it was possible—when there was nothing—no love?” “How did I know there wasn’t love?” That silenced her for a moment. He was always tenderly courteous; he answered her ordinary questions readily and her extraordinary ones patiently; he always rose when she entered or left the room. He delayed the blow till the fortunate conjuncture was past. She could see that she was now the exclusive object of the boy’s attention. She could almost smell her mother’s attar of white roses and lemon verbena with the memory of the story.
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