1 through 1. “He just wants to get laid, you know. Shall I send him to Sir John?” Annabel was white to the lips, but her anger was not yet spent. Their future would be glorious; he saw it in their eyes; he saw it in the beauty of their young heads. “Just forget it, Lucy! Keep your secrets to yourself!” He stomped out, slamming the heavily paneled oak door. The tropical dawn is swift.
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