“Call me Annabel. Austin, who had been evidently schooled by Wild, maintained a profound silence on this head. “Uh, I think I might, Shari. He savored the last solo, the coda. ‘A little promenade, madame?’ Madame Valade rose from the chintz-covered chair with alacrity and a little rustle of her silken petticoats. And, if ever I'm brought to the gallows, I shall lay my death at her door.
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