A spot of colour, brighter than any rouge, burned on her cheeks. There was a gentle rustling of skirts. An electric light flashed out from the wall. The cork came out with a loud pop, and Anna could not help wondering how it must sound to the patient little crowd outside. Who is she, I say?” “My sister!” Annabel faltered. ” Michelle’s tone changed from miserable to conspiratorial.
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