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After all, it was what she had been praying for—and Annabel could not have known her address. Yet you knew that I was not dead. Hilary Roding was all soldier now, his earlier grievances laid aside. Things hung for a moment in an awkward silence. When things are at the worst, they'll mend. One’s sense of proportion, battered out of all shape in the daily life of cities, reasserts itself. . Please yourself.
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