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“Who can tell?” she said. “I do not even know who you are. Sheila pounded the kitchen table, causing the bell jar with the silk flowers to tip over and roll to the floor. Pramlay received them in the pretty chintz drawing-room, which opened by French windows on the trim garden, with its croquet lawn, its tennis-net in the middle distance, and its remote rose alley lined with smart dahlias and flaming sunflowers. She had neither the semi-boisterousness of the average American girl nor the chilling insolence of the English. He had now reached what was called the Lower Leads,—a flat, covering a part of the prison contiguous to the gateway, and surrounded on all sides by walls about fourteen feet high. “I wish you would not do it. “I say!” he said, without any movement.
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