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She ducked behind a pile of unused drywall. " "That is your fault, none of mine. She wore a black satin dress, a little shiny at the seams, a purposeless bow of white tulle at the back of her neck, and a huge chatelaine. If my Mom found out, she’d kill me. The forgiveness and reconciliation was a cold and formal affair, and afterwards her father went off gloomily to his study, and Mr. ‘My papa he does not wish me to marry the man I choose, and thus he places me in the convent that the nuns may lock me up and I cannot escape. “Why, what is the matter with you? What do you mean?” Annabel laughed scornfully. There’s no logic in these things.
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