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She donned her fuzzy slippers and traipsed downstairs, the welcoming smell of coffee beckoning her, the sound of Looney Toons music barely audible from the television set. “Have you ever seen Annabel with him?” she asked. One of his chair coolies had witnessed the transportation of Spurlock by stretcher to the sampan in the canal. This—’ waving an imperious hand in a sweeping arc about the library ‘—is my house. Her voice shook, her eyes were very soft and melting. He was dressed immaculately in a suit of heavy Shantung silk. Mom, this is Lucy Albert from school. Do you know, Annabel, that you are my wife. “I’m just off, aunt,” said Ann Veronica. She felt as if she had struck them unawares.
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