” “Call it what you like,” Anna answered. It was her past now, not Annabel’s. ” He said bravely. “I should imagine,” he said, shaking out a copy of The Times, “that it is your brain which is addled. Go to her, I say, and take her in your arms, you poor benighted Ironsides! I can't make you see.
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