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"Nor any one else, I suspect," answered Ireton, winking significantly. She turned to Lucilla, a plea in her face. “Annabel!” she exclaimed. ’ She edged sideways a little more, her eyes on the pistol in his hand. Her eyes were soft and blue, arched over by dark brows, and fringed by long silken lashes. I hate this part of the world. I’m okay.
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