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Lucy sighed, finding it odd to switch roles as she had over the past weeks. ‘Hadn’t meant you to know,’ said the nun gruffly. She will sail, at early dawn to-morrow, for Rotterdam. Annabel was born soulless, a human butterfly, if ever there was one. He refused to believe that Anna was not ‘Alcide. What about your luggage?” “I could get a few of my things, at any rate,” she said. It was the blouse that gave Lucy away.
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