She was a very elegant young woman, slightly taller perhaps than her sister, and with an air of reserved strength underneath her quiet face and manner which Annabel may have lacked. He dodged the boot this time, and smashed his left upon the Wastrel's lips, leaving them bloody pulp. There's a hundred pounds too much. “Steady on!” he cried.
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