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Annabel half filled her glass with wine, and taking a little folded packet from her plate, shook the contents into it. . He was a tall man and fair, with bluish eyes that were rather protuberant, and long white hands of which he made a display. With an open hand, he slapped her face. "Flight is still left me," replied Trenchard. I'm an old hand at such things. His only warning was a gleam of silver in the faint spill of light from the house above. Her head swam.
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