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” She rested the firing end of the cannon against her own temple. ” “Possibly—bit by bit. I know what I am talking about. Courtlaw found himself ushered without questions into Annabel’s long low drawing-room, fragrant with flowers and somewhat to his surprise, crowded with guests. Hidden menace; a prescience of something dreadful about to happen.
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