“Bother it all!” she swore. She was strong, not unlike a pack mule or a camel; she thought to herself and smirked. Annabel saw it, and suddenly changed her tone. ’ She counted off on her fingers. She passed down the stairs and into the street. . Days later, Sebastian found her by the lake, sobbing. . A hollow feeling opened up inside her, and she felt her heartbeat quicken. ‘And me, I am a lady. There were sidetables and a writing table, similarly buried in bric-a-brac, and the chair by the French doors could hardly be seen for blankets.
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