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There were the burnt papers still in the grate. It was he who saw them first coming down the room—Annabel in a wonderful white satin gown in front, and Sir John stiff, unbending, disapproving, bringing up the rear. Mere formality. They pressed more insistently, forcing her lips open. Footman or some such. The wedding day came shortly after she turned fourteen. She left for good after he fell asleep. Wood, was much better furnished with eatables than might have been expected, and boasted a loaf, a knuckle of ham, a meat-pie, and a flask of wine.
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