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Michelle’s eyes opened, her body paralyzed. Gerald studied the darkness beyond the aperture. They were a dull grey, but the dark frizzed hair that framed her face was attractive. A faint gleam of returning colour gave her at once a more natural appearance. She felt that there was a hidden meaning under his words. If you knew your aunt were alive, if she expected you, that would be different. It engulfed them in black, white, and gray. " "Piano-player? Do you mean someone who plays for you?" "No, no; one of those mechanical things you play with your feet. ” “The only Montague Hill I ever knew,” Annabel said slowly, “is dead.
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