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” Annabel’s hand stole into his. " As he said this, in a low and mournful, but firm voice, the tears gathered thickly in Winifred's dark eyelashes. She decided that she would try to push whatever resolve he had in the car to see where it would lead. "You're on," said O'Higgins. Prudence shook her head. Her mother had died when she was thirteen, her two much older sisters had married off—one submissively, one insubordinately; her two brothers had gone out into the world well ahead of her, and so she had made what she could of her father. She sensed he might try and wane on her doorstep. "Gentlemen, a little further off, if you please.
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