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She hesitated in answering the door, her violin still crooked underneath her chin. “A lady, Dunster. It was a motor accident—a fatal motor accident the evening papers called it. Annabel had spoken calmly enough and steadily, but his brain refused at first to accept the full meaning of her words. I shouldn't care to have attention constantly drawn to us.
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