From time to time the man below would shout, and the boy would let the threads go with the snap of a harpist, only to recover them instantly. "No," replied Jonathan, with a brutal laugh. ‘She would not tell me. “You are mine, Annabel, and nothing shall ever make me give you up. He had promised her some books, for she had voiced her hunger for stories.
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