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. There is something that inspires a feeling of inexpressible melancholy in sailing on a dark night upon the Thames. She turned and looked at the red LED of the alarm clock that read 3:55. Thankfully, he seemed pleased the moment he saw her face, which her mother had made her wash for weeks with the pulp of apples, orange water, and 21 extract of borage among other things.
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