Even in her own sorry skin-and-bones state of wraithlike pallor and gray under eye circles she was drawing unwanted attention from would-be admirers. ‘In love? I? Don’t be ridiculous. Wood. ‘You know about that?’ ‘It was the only possible deduction. Have you been inhaling the fumes inside Missy’s car?” She had pushed the exact right button. Annabel thought, and thought again. One of these, a lady, evidently a confirmed invalid, and attired in deep mourning, reclined upon a sort of couch, or easy chair, set on wheels, with her head supported by cushions, and her feet resting upon a velvet footstool.
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