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The fireplace was at the other end, with the sheeted shapes of two sofas either side. He was now within a foot of the bar, and introducing himself into the hole, speedily worked his way to it. Annabel was born soulless, a human butterfly, if ever there was one. She began to exercise those lures which were bred in her bone—the bones of all women. “I’m not that beautiful.
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