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"Close the wicket, Austin," vociferated Ireton, in an authoritative tone. ” Annabel looked intently into her glass. Her feathered hat fell from her head and down her back, and she felt fingers writhing in the mass of her hair and caressing the flesh of her neck beneath so that she shivered uncontrollably.
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