Even her own history teacher, Mr. . "Spare me!" Jonathan, however, instead of answering him, searched for his knife, with the intention of severing his wrist. As she did so, the ruffles to the jacket of her riding habit fell away, exposing livid blue bruises about her wrist, ugly in the light of day from the window at their back. “Listen, Annabel,” he said hoarsely.
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