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On the mantelpiece in front of her was a note addressed to her in Annabel’s handwriting. He helped himself to a beer, then a vodka and tonic, then two rum and Cokes. “Lucy, have you noticed that I don’t even own a dog?” He spoke into her hair. “Dinner is served, m’m,” said the efficient parlor-maid in the archway, and the worst was over.
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