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Annabel half filled her glass with wine, and taking a little folded packet from her plate, shook the contents into it. The evening breeze came; the bamboo shades on the veranda clicked and rasped; the loose edges of the manuscript curled. “Yes I did. You. One cannot trust any man at all. There he was, standing with a group of men who she presumed to be the other richest men in the world.
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