Hill would have followed her, but Mrs. "Well—well," grumbled Jonathan, "I suppose I must be content. At Anna’s words she seemed suddenly to stiffen. “Listen, Annabel,” he said hoarsely. "Strange!" he continued, as if talking to himself. Was this the result of some strange experiment? It was the person of Annabel Pellissier—the soul of a very different order of being. Michelle was on her like a fly, asking her questions about her past foster homes she did her best to avoid, pretending to be swamped every night with sudden reams of homework and unable to be reached by phone. The rainstorm, short-lived, began to subside. "But be prudent, my angel. Gerald guessed she was biting her tongue on an explosive retort as she eyed him.
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