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She was not afraid of violence, but she was afraid of something mean, some secondary kind of force. At this moment, his quick ears detected the sound of footsteps on the stairs. ” Annabel rose slowly to her feet, walked to the door as though to see that it was shut, and came back with slow lagging footsteps. But I don’t want to. She did not remember how many seasons it took before she relented, how much time before she decided to toy with his affections.
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