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“We can be alone?” She inquired. You
simply can't get good oil down there, so I must husband the few drams I carry. She was young and
bright, little to no make-up except for lip-gloss, long,
straight, glossy reddish blonde hair slightly past her
shoulders. “You are mine, Annabel, and nothing shall
ever make me give you up. It will be a little lonely sometimes,” she said,
looking around at them, “and I shall miss you all, but it is the fairest for myself
—and I think for you. In one of these seats, at the end of the aisle
farthest removed from the chancel, the widow took her place, and addressed
herself fervently to her devotions. ’
‘Yes, but in fact you’ve offered me far more entertainment than any French
spy could have done.
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