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” Annabel had been lying curled up on the lounge, the personification of graceful animal ease. I didn't expect you home before that hour, Sir. "My portrait!" echoed Jack. It was horrible, but she must do it. . Her curiosity was insatiable, her dreams filled with happy speculation over what hair color her babies would inherit. He’d borne mention of the woman’s name.
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