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Supper was spaghetti and Italian sausage that night. Annabel passed on with a strained nod to her sister, and Sir John’s bow was a miracle of icy displeasure. The day was sunny and pleasant, devoid of chill winds. But I've not promised to stand by him yet; nor will I, unless he turns out an honest lad,—mind that.
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