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” “Fine. She fell into another slumber, one which was more like a blackout. She lingered over donning her winter coat, buttoning each toggle and placket, double knotting her long scarf. “Annabel! God in Heaven, it is Annabel!” She did not speak. That was the inconvenience of it; her head was swimming. But then you're an adopted son, and that makes all the difference. ” She interrupted as Ann Veronica was about to speak again, with a bright contagious hopefulness.
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