Courtlaw found himself ushered without questions into Annabel’s long low drawing-room, fragrant with flowers and somewhat to his surprise, crowded with guests. Practically all. By the by, Mr. Then she was turning, ignoring the muttered cursing and the rattling that immediately ensued at the door. Shame and electricity coursed through her veins, flowing directly from him in a flash flood.
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