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She put her clothes back on, 118 lipstick smeared all over her face. ‘Too late by the time I realised to what a dunderhead I’d pledged my friendship. ” “You have nothing to tell me?” “Nothing!” So Annabel departed with the slightest of farewells, wearing a thick travelling veil, and sitting far back in the corner of a closed carriage. She wrapped a leg around him.
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