” She laid her fingers upon his arm, and they both stood still. He remembered little whispered speeches of hers, so like the Annabel of Paris, so unlike the woman he loved, a hundred little things should have told him long ago. She turned to Lucilla, a plea in her face. Even now she could trace the outline of his shape behind the left-hand curtain.
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