Her hair, once red, faded to a thin gray that she kept cut into a practical short bob. " "I'm afraid I don't understand. Shall I send him to Sir John?” Annabel was white to the lips, but her anger was not yet spent. It feels like I’ve got a snake of mucus stuffing my entire throat, just one big solid rope. There is not a soul in the inn but ourselves. ‘Why, you have heard yourself all that is being said.
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