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“Ann Veronica,” he said. He climbed on top of her, pressing her into the couch cushions, the gown billowing around them like a cotton candy parachute. “Come upstairs,” she said, “and I will show you your room. They walked across a moat of pea gravel that crunched like noisy cereal under their feet. I know now what it is to be an abandoned female. He was plainly attired in a riding-dress and boots of the period, and wore a hanger by his side. ’ ‘Perhaps you don’t, Hilary,’ Gerald said mildly, smiling at the young lady and indicating one of the wide window seats. Kneebone.
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