She lay and nibbled at a sprig of dwarf rhododendron. Annabel was born soulless, a human butterfly, if ever there was one. I must apologize, I suppose, for speaking to you, but your appearance certainly indicated that you were in some sort of trouble, and you were becoming—pardon me—an object of comment to the passers-by. She’s big, about 5’10”.
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