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“I can’t imagine it,” said Miss Miniver. His face clouded with anger. "Will he consent, to be searched?" inquired Jonathan. “I have always,” she admitted calmly, “taken a certain amount of interest in Annabel’s future. There was a very substantial profit in the transaction, for he paid the natives in commodities—coloured cotton cloths, pipes and tobacco, guns and ammunition, household utensils, cutlery and glass gewgaws. That would be myself, or if she lived, Mary’s daughter. The larger problem at hand was drugging her foster sister, Shari, into a deep sleep. Sister’s got married to that bounder Ferringhall.
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