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The moisture from the sea was constant, and she spent countless hours staring at the sea from the west tower, the rise and fall of waves. Sometimes we had the Illustrated London News and Tit-Bits. You were with your mother, the two of you huddled like thieves, laughing at the silly women who tried to shield themselves from rain by cowering under empty baskets and shawls. The unknown, previously so attractive, now presented another face—blank. You see, I kidnapped poor Jack and made him promise to send me word if you went careering off anywhere. There’s that old gentleman at the end of the table—Bullding his name is. ” Annabel had been lying curled up on the lounge, the personification of graceful animal ease. Thank goodness you’ll understand.
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