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A siphon and a whisky bottle stood before him. ” “A—marriage certificate!” Annabel gasped. She imagined descending the stairs, hearing Mike’s uproarious laughter as she peeked around a vacant corner with a lump in her throat. She could not judge its direction, and began to move swiftly along the bookshelves, her hand running behind her across the spines of the calfbound volumes. ‘Caught in the act by myself and Major Gerald Alderley only last week. But perhaps he was right not to tell you the truth.
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