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The rest of the crowd followed suit with weak laughter. I had gone further than I meant to—with some Englishmen. He remembered little whispered speeches of hers, so like the Annabel of Paris, so unlike the woman he loved, a hundred little things should have told him long ago. He remained standing by the stem of the proa, his glance roving investigatingly. “Those young men startled me at first, because they knew my name.
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