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She was vaguely happy over this arrangement which put her in the wing across the middle hall, alone. Annabel passed on with a strained nod to her sister, and Sir John’s bow was a miracle of icy displeasure. ” “Well”—her breath failed her for a moment. ’ She threw a melting look at Roding.
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