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The unpleasant oily chill of fever overtook her body, and she watched in horror as Sebastian carried her to his bed on his shoulder like a sack of flour. ’ ‘Well, let us leave your name for the present. F. ” Annabel moistened her dry lips with a handkerchief steeped in eau de Cologne. "But be prudent, my angel. No one spoke, and she was impelled to flounder on. She mentally resolved to do her best to avoid personal encounters with him in that instant.
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