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She had changed into dungarees herself and kept her hair as it was. The girl stood with her hands behind her back, sulky, resolute, and intelligent, a strand of her black hair over one eye and looking more than usually delicate-featured, and more than ever like an obdurate child. She was feeling extraordinarily well that night, so that the sense of her body was a deep delight, a realization of a gentle warmth and strength and elastic firmness. Well, I've had to be. “Thank you—and good-bye. Wild," said the turnkey, trembling in every joint. On the mantelpiece in front of her was a note addressed to her in Annabel’s handwriting. ‘We don’t know who she is.
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