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He fell backwards on his butt, the wind knocked out of him. The echoes of his hard, unpleasant laugh reached Anna on her way upstairs. ‘Yes, dear Nan, a flirtation. I was helpless. “It was poison—why not?” she answered. Out of an old family album: here was the very comparison that had eluded him.
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