“I do mean that,” she declared. “I love you, Ann Veronica. No girl with a face like that…. She crouched beneath a stump, her extremities twitching as the sun set orange and blue beyond the lace of iron-black trees. “Go to the far corner,” he said, “and sing the last verse of Les Petites. Miss Annabel is her sister.
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