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Chapter 173
'I came out to inquire whether Annie would like to go to the opera tonight,' said Mr. Maldon, turning to her. 'It's the last good night there will be, this season; and there's a singer there, whom she really ought to hear. She is perfectly exquisite. Besides which, she is so charmingly ugly,' relapsing into languor. The Doctor, ever pleased with what was likely to please his young wife, turned to her and said: 'You must go, Annie. You must go.' 'I would rather not,' she said to the Doctor. 'I prefer to remain at home. I would much rather remain at home.' Without looking at her cousin, she then addressed me, and asked me about Agnes, and whether she should see her, and whether she was not likely to come that day; and was so much disturbed, that I wondered how even the Doctor, buttering
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