\" \"I'm sorry I didn't call. Remember ——” Annabel clutched her sister’s arm. “I have not left this apartment myself. ’ A scowl crossed the lady’s face. Advancing towards Wood, Jonathan fixed his keen gray eyes upon him, and demanded, in a stern tone whether the persons who had taken refuge in the adjoining house, were bailiffs. Gerald was conscious of that sliver of irritation again at mention of the name. Her foster father, Larry, was the hard working son-of-a-bitch type with a disdain for suits.
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