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” “If you want anything,” he said, “or get into any trouble, wire me. Niente. He turned, expecting to see his wife. The asylum was approached by a broad gravel walk, leading through a garden edged on either side by a stone balustrade, and shaded by tufted trees. A tinge of admiration rose in his breast. It was Annabel who caught at the paper. It grew clear to her that throughout all her wild raid for independence she had done nothing for anybody, and many people had done things for her. “Let go!” she gasped at him, a blaze of anger. The way it had happened was stupid, absurd. But this was not a season in which to be needlessly scrupulous.

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