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Annabel was born soulless, a human butterfly, if ever there was one. “DEAR MR. ” Annabel shrugged her shoulders. Hang the wench! Roding was right. She relented out of exhaustion, yet he would not let her near Marina, his embrace tightening. There's the grand laced coat he wore at his trial, which I intend for my wedding-dress. She had agonized over it for weeks.
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