She had traversed perhaps three bookshelves, passed across the door that must lead to the hall, turned the corner, and was just about to reach the fireplace when she abruptly became aware that something under her fingers had felt wrong. She remained standing stiffly, unable even to move. Around her neck was a little gold chain. “I have been bearing this—for your sake. It isn’t such fun as it seems. Usually it was fish sticks and reheated noodles. ” “He probably does not know of the relationship,” Annabel remarked.
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