She felt herself shaking again. ” Annabel had been lying curled up on the lounge, the personification of graceful animal ease. She had never been "My child" or "My dear"; always her name—Ruth. . Tell him the truth, Annabel. ’ ‘Can’t say as I’m sorry to hear you say that, missie,’ confessed the sergeant, on a relieved note, as he locked the front door of the mansion and pocketed the key.
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