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It shall be your wedding ring. ‘Do not mix yourself in mine, and perhaps you will not die. Do you know, Annabel, that you are my wife. ” She taunted. “Please don’t,” she said. The tired woman looked up in inquiring silence at Ann Veronica’s diffident entry. Even on cool days the gardens were colorful and bright, with orange trees emanating sweetness and bumblebees drunkenly weaving from flower to flower.
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