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He understood now that it was a part of her inheritance. ” Annabel had been lying curled up on the lounge, the personification of graceful animal ease. I want you to be my wife. Only she hadn’t. F. The Wastrel—as we call him—cannot play when he's sober; hands too shaky. Now I shall never hear it but what this evening will come pouring back over me. ‘Not at all ladylike.
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