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“Who killed her husband?” “Go and nurse him, missus!” “Murderess!” Anna looked from left to right. The autumn rain had made every surface tacky, the wet seats of painted red picnic tables were avoided. Annabel watched her with wide-open, terrified eyes. She had the same sharp nose—which, indeed, only Ann Veronica, of all the family, had escaped. ” Ennison had things to say, but he looked at her and held his tongue. “I’m not in the mood right this instant. ’ The snaking suspicion rolled through his mind again.
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