“My name is Anna Pellissier, sometimes called Annabel. His face was much handsomer than Gianfrancesco’s, his lips thinner, his brow much more noble and wise. He stopped on the curb-stone, not facing her but as if he was on his way to cross the road, and spoke to her suddenly over his shoulder. She began at once a hasty readjustment of her hair, while Ramage parleyed with inaudible interrogations. The doorbell tinkled and Michelle grabbed her purse and rushed down the creaky wooden stairs.
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