The same pale white buttocks, the same freckles in the same unchanging patterns on her collarbone that all of her mother’s potions had never been able to erase. Shall I send him to Sir John?” Annabel was white to the lips, but her anger was not yet spent. "I have nearly done," replied the stranger.
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