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” Sebastian replied merrily, his eyes fixed on the road. Annabel was born soulless, a human butterfly, if ever there was one. Neither of these wards had beds, and the unfortunate inmates were obliged to take their rest on the oaken floor. Still—I don’t know whether I quite like—Something ramshackle about those people, Vee. After all, what did it matter?—it or anything else in the world? She was within reach of his arms, beautiful, compelling, herself as it seemed suddenly conscious of the light which was burning in his eyes.
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