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O'Higgins eyed it thoughtfully. Your father…. Watching her strip had been delicious for him, and a part of him enjoyed her self-consciousness acutely. “Don’t think that I have been playing the spy upon you,” he continued. " "He'll scarcely need a plaister," replied Mrs. "Who isn't it like?" he asked, endeavouring to gain possession of the drawing, which, af the sound of his footstep, she crushed between her fingers. She had a vision of policemen, reproving magistrates, a crowded court, public disgrace. “But that’s not all. Was he your natural father? Did you know him?” “No, I didn’t. I don’t know anyone. It never has had. Perhaps it was the recollection of those happy days. It was so hopeless to put it to them. On the mantelpiece in front of her was a note addressed to her in Annabel’s handwriting.
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