"Speak out—don't be alarmed," said Wood, in a kind and encouraging tone. “John’s here. " "Wood's daughter, I suppose?" observed the other. I packed them with the other few things I owned. “It is rather odd,” he said, “but I always thought that your name was Annabel and hers Anna. Her pat answer to all inquiries was, “I let my sister Shari make me over,” while she kept from staring at her own reflection in the shiny shoes past her bare knees. What does she look like?’ ‘Black hair.
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