“It’s fine, Michelle. There was a gulf of eight years between her and the youngest of her brace of sisters—an impassable gulf inhabited chaotically by two noisy brothers. But the young man with the orange tie remained in his place, disputing whether the body had not something or other which he called its legitimate claims. "His shin may need rubbing. Who is she, I say?” “My sister!” Annabel faltered. “I can’t help saying it,” she said, with the quality of her voice altering, “but I do NOT think it is right for an unprotected girl to be in London alone as you are.
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