What you’re after is too risky. ” Anna nodded. She understood. She sat there, a mark for boulevarders, the unconscious object of numberless wondering glances. ‘Eh bien. ’ Gerald unfolded his arms and threw his hands in the air. She would never again be lonely. She was too delicate, too fragile to survive out there. ” “There’s Miss Garvice. Oh, I think I understand, Annabel.
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