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She was always the last person to exit after the crowds had stampeded, trailing slowly behind them like dust. She married my Dad in a small ceremony down at City Hall. Miss Annabel is her sister. ” “Why can’t you take me with you?” He begged. You have spoken her name, I think, Marthe.
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