Some of the delicate colour which the afternoon walk had brought into her cheeks had already returned. I will do all this not because I love you, but—because you are Anna’s sister. There was something very wrong. ” “Alive! In London!” Annabel moaned. Her hair, once red, faded to a thin gray that she kept cut into a practical short bob. ” She commented.
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