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I sometimes laid away my father's clothes in his trunk. ‘Stand where you are, or I shoot!’ Like lightning, thoughts zipped through her mind. At that, the girl jumped up. " "Halloo, Nab!" vociferated Quilt. ’ ‘It’s too late for that,’ Gerald told her evenly. He remembered little whispered speeches of hers, so like the Annabel of Paris, so unlike the woman he loved, a hundred little things should have told him long ago.

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