It had her raven locks, her pouting lips. ” “Not long ago,” she said, “you left me in anger, partly because of this exchange of identities between Annabel and myself. "But to drag this innocent child into the muck! With her head full of book nonsense—love stories and fairy stories! Have you any idea of the tragedy she is bound to stumble upon some day? I don't care about you. In the struggle her cap fell off. Sheppard, which she gratefully declined.
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