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She had never imagined life was half so sinister as it looked to her in the beginning of these investigations. “I am lonely. Lucy propped Michelle against a thick, knobby tree stump. From then until four in the afternoon there was nothing to do—the whole island went to sleep. . Montague Hill?” Annabel put her hand suddenly to her throat and steadied herself with the back of a chair.
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