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sat within a few feet of him. I can't help looking at you
frequently. ‘Let me see if our minds are attuned. She felt scrawny, lanky, badly
dressed in a baggy black T-shirt, sweaty, not at all
beautiful; not even pretty. I thought if you were living, and not captured, I
should find you here,—and I was right. “What’s the
objection?”
“I suppose she ought to know?” said Gwen to her mother, trying to alter the
key of the conversation. “It is rather odd,” he said, “but I
always thought that your name was Annabel and hers Anna.
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