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" "Mr. The hymnal lyrics had never stirred her; she had memorized and sung them parrotwise. Oh, what’s his name? It’s on the tip of my tongue. I don’t care. “I wonder what you could do?” he said. ” Annabel moistened her dry lips with a handkerchief steeped in eau de Cologne. But no more of that.
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