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My name is Annabel, not Anna. He stopped, panting hard, slamming his cane to the floor to make use of its much-needed support. It was a gray day in the spring of 1910. I didn’t know. She felt a storm of emotion surging up within her. She’s as stubborn as the proverbial mule, and—’ with a sigh that felt wrenched out of him ‘—utterly captivating. ‘I think you know my affianced husband. She glanced towards her sister, and curiously enough found in her face some faint reflection of her own rather sombre mirth.
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