“Allow me. "Come down stairs directly, and let your mother look at your wrist. Lord Charvill’s sense of justice would not, however, allow him to repudiate his granddaughter, if indeed this female proved to be the infant lost to the family so many years ago. “Yes, I remember,” she said. “These are the sort of things that aren’t supposed to happen. "I'll need a job when I quit this bed. ‘But lay him down. Bête, she told herself fiercely. “Annabel,” she said, “you are my sister, or I would bid you take the flowers if you care for them, and leave the room. But from the rest—you saved me.
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