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Ennison,” he said, “it is for you to cut in at Lady Angela’s table. Of course, at home there would have been questions. “John, I’m so hungry. Still, his conscience was partly satisfied. Nigel Ennison, Annabel. His gray eyes were closed, his persimmon-colored lips open and panting. All at once he saw a way out of the threatening doldrums. Why do I want him so badly? Why do I want him, and think about him, and fail to get away from him? “It isn’t all of me.
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