It was Annabel’s. You tonic my liver and you tonic my soul. It would be protective; it would with age turn to silver unnoticeably. “I want to inquire,” said Ann Veronica. If only there had not been this single torturing thought—a mere pin-prick, but still curiously persistent. ” Miss Stanley turned to her.
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