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” Annabel moistened her dry lips with a handkerchief steeped in eau de Cologne. “Why can’t you tell people that you are what you are? Why all the secrecy?” She looked beyond the farmhouse. "What is a family album?" "You poor child, do you mean to tell me you've never seen a family album? Why, it's a book filled with the photographs of your grandmothers and grandfathers, your aunts and uncles and cousins, your mother and father when they were little. Not a bad man as men go, but he would sell whisky and gin. Somehow. “Eight pounds,” she plunged, and added foolishly, “fifteen pounds will see me clear of everything.
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