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Manning as they talked. I have never told you so, or Sydney, but I can sing—rather well. It isn't for their sakes, it's for your own. Her cheeks burned for a moment or two when she reached the street, although she held her head upright and walked blithely, even humming to herself fragments of an old French song. ’ A gleam of rare humour slid into Charvill’s chest. Who is she, I say?” “My sister!” Annabel faltered.

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