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She looked more than her sixty odd years, in spite of a still lush head of black hair, streaked with a little grey, which was visible under her cap and of immediate interest to Gerald. “I remember you now,” he said. "What was it?" He was insistent. I’m minded to take a whip and beat some sense into you. ‘Your niece, ma’am. There was a Greyhound bus that she was overdue to ride. Montague Hill?” Annabel put her hand suddenly to her throat and steadied herself with the back of a chair.
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