“Why, what is the matter with you? What do you mean?” Annabel laughed scornfully. “It has all been a mistake, hasn’t it?” “No more talking,” the doctor interposed. The Wastrel wiped the blood from his forehead. “What ought you to do?” “I’ve hunted up all sorts of things. I want to leave Paris to-day.
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