You have been burning paper, I see. We were to live in some wretched London suburb. You have made enough sacrifices for her surely without this. What do you think, Annabel?” “I don’t think they would,” she admitted. Her head rose. He loved the sea, and could give a good account of himself in any weather. She searched for it for many days that stretched into weeks before she gave up.
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