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Annabel seated herself in an easy chair and determined to wait for her sister’s return. “I’m sure we’re all delighted to see you again, Mr. "Aye—to pretend to her that you don't care. The mummies were tossed into the collection. Solomon Smith, chapmen, (or what in modern vulgar parlance would be termed bagmen) travelling to procure orders for the house of an eminent cloth manufacturer in Manchester. His build was medium, he would never 5 tower over his peers, yet his shoulders were broadening, betrayed by an undeveloped set of pectoral muscles underneath his button-down shirt that she could tell frustrated him. There were no mourners.
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