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” Annabel yawned. ‘I am fascinated. But it was only six-thirty. She put back her hood in a determined way. The morning swims in the lagoon had thickened the red corpuscle. The wind blew in fitful gusts, and scattered the yellow leaves from the elms and horse-chestnuts.
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