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“I’m so glad my Mom’s letting me go out tonight. Pull yourself together, Annabel! I must have the truth. She slipped past the servants, her soft roe-skin shoes unheard on the old stone. “Our marriage must be annulled. These passers-by who touch us but lightly and are gone, leaving the eternal imprint! So long as she lived, Ruth would always remember that embrace. ‘I have Joan to tell me how much I look like Mary. You simply can’t. " Ten minutes later, the doctor, having marshalled all his facts chronologically, began his tale. Her own pack was so light that she left it in the locker.
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