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Lucy stood in front of the piano. He looked at Annabel, whose face was buried in her hands— he looked back at Anna, who was regarding him with an easy composure which secretly irritated him. Ruth's emotion was a primitive joy: she was essential in this man's life, and she would always be happy because he would always be needing her. But I don’t wish to hear that abomination on her lips again.
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