His throat filled; he wanted to weep. “I do not lay claim,” he continued, “to any remarkable amount of insight, but it is possible, is it not, that I have stumbled upon your present cause of distress. Lucy clutched the pencil in defeat. Her softly intertwined fingers became rigid. “You are mine, Annabel, and nothing shall ever make me give you up. Ramage demurred. “Upon my word,” he exclaimed, “this is most extraordinary.
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