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“Sir John!” Annabel gasped. He did not know—and probably never would unless she told him—that it was very easy (and comfortable for a woman) to fall into slatternly ways in this latitude. But the recollection of the warm pliant body in his arms …! "I am a thief!" he whispered. He rang the doorbell, even though she had already cracked the door for him. It got on my nerves—the women I saw. Move. After the first violent outbreak of grief had in some degree subsided, Thames addressed him. He was always deceived by these rustlings which promised wind and seldom fulfilled that promise.
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