She closed the book that she had been pretending to read and gathered her black umbrella and her backpack, a childish accoutrement she despised. ” Annabel moistened her dry lips with a handkerchief steeped in eau de Cologne. ‘This is altogether insupportable!’ She dug a hand into the recesses of the petticoat of her riding habit and a moment later Gerald found himself once again confronting the barrel of her overlarge and tarnished pistol. “You have even her name. The sun never shone upon a lovelier couple than now approached the altar. Ah, Thierry and Poussaint, if my memory serves me.
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