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In a tall glass the rind of a Syrian orange was arranged in spiral form. But the figure was evidently too intent on peering within the ballroom to pay any attention to what might be occurring outside. She had never been to the opera before except as one of a congested mass of people in the cheaper seats, and with backs and heads and women’s hats for the frame of the spectacle; there was by contrast a fine large sense of space and ease in her present position. Go for it. “I am afraid that you are making a mistake,” she said. How on earth does it concern you?” Annabel laughed hardly. “I won’t have you quarrelling and crying in the Avenue,” he said.
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