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The garçon was tipped as he had never been tipped before in his life. Somewhere in the world there was a book clerk with a discerning mind; for he had given her the best he had. It was a reputation by no means deserved. Nothing would stop her, and she was prepared to face the consequences. And opposite to him, with a book in his hand,—but it couldn't be a prayer-book,—sat Jonathan Wild, in a parson's cassock and band. She wished her father and aunt would not enjoy their dinner with such quiet determination. A few feet away, across the low vases of pink and white roses, sat Annabel, more beautiful to-night perhaps than ever before in her life. Nobody ever called me John, that I recollect.
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