‘I ain’t done nothing wrong, I swear it. I was Annabel the rake, ‘Alcide’ of the music halls. The air became hot and swollen with June humidity. John stared palely. That was the true marvel of it. And the rumors! You two are fiends, ghouls, murdering wolves!” “You don’t care about Fritz and Anna! You only care for yourself!” Lucy screamed, her words falling on deaf ears. " "None whatever," replied the mob.
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