“For me,” Manning went on, “this isn’t final. You sing better than Annabel ever did, you have even a better style. He might call her wife, but she refused to give him his wedding night. She looked about, watching a massive green storm cloud building in the west. Kind of knows it, too. She was to be handed over with her dowry of three thousand Florins, plus her pet bird, six chickens, her mother’s fine linens, a small book of poetry. She gloried in it: he needed her. The noise was raucous.
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