As usual the substantive sister—Prudence—did all the talking for the pair; Angelina, the shadow, offered only her submitting nods. Her mouth was worthy of her face; with small, pearly-white teeth; lips glossy, rosy, and pouting; and the sweetest smile imaginable, playing constantly about them. Lucy sighed, finding it odd to switch roles as she had over the past weeks. She’s a snob. “With regard to the conditions I mentioned,” Sir John continued, gaining a little confidence from Anna’s silence, “I think you will admit that they are not wholly unreasonable. " "No. ’ The lashes fluttered demurely. You know you do, Annabel. It’s got to be at last like tobacco-ash over all my sayings and doings.
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