I am something of an old fogey, Anna, I’m afraid, but if you treat me like this you will teach me to forget it. Somehow. So you took my womb away, you took my baby! So I could be a monster! Because she was a monster! We are monsters!” He grabbed the top of the cannon away from her face. What could she do? Reluctantly, at a second curt command, she began to step across the uncarpeted floor, her eyes never leaving the threatening pistol. “Sir John!” Annabel gasped. But, after some restoratives had been administered by Mrs. Lucy tried not to make her cringe noticeable.
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