‘You are the one that I have met in London. “Listen, Annabel,” he said hoarsely. ‘If you had told him that I would rather die than see him, he would not have come. To hand the key back in silence was like offering a lie. It’s a lake among precipices, and there is a little inn where we can stay, and sit and eat our dinner at a pleasant table that looks upon the lake.
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