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Wood, sharply. ” Annabel laughed derisively and took up her book. There he was, standing with a group of men who she presumed to be the other richest men in the world. His arm entered the round window of the white haze of her vision, his wrist spouting blood in currents, dripping on the stone floor. ‘What, is Nicholas dead?’ He saw the two of them exchange glances and an instinct of danger rose up. Never mind. “Silly!” he remarked after a pause. I don’t care if you’re not a virgin, that’s not how I really am. But the father, to go his way forever alone! The iron in the man!—the iron in this child of his! Wanting a little love, a caress now and then.
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