” Annabel clutched her sister’s hands. With a swirl of her floral chintz petticoats, she placed herself in the capacious window seat, accepted the glass Gerald handed to her, and smiled mischievously up at him. But you must allow me to observe, my good Sir, that you're wholly in the wrong respecting my friend. “Nice sleeve,” she said, and came to his hand and kissed it. Otherwise, every effort has been made to remain true to the author's words and intent. "Your hesitation convinces me he does," replied the widow. It wasn’t pretty.
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