She wedged the towel between her legs. Most of the horses were dead, all but three stallions and two mares left among what was once a thriving stable. If you do not help me to read the riddle of yourself, Annabel, I think that very soon I shall be a candidate for the asylum. “I think,” she said, “that I would rather not have anything to say about that man.
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