Annabel entered. For the past four weeks mirrors had been her delight, a new toy. A few more minutes, and she was safe. Lost ground must be regained. Drink this!” He poured out a glass of wine with a firm hand, and held it to her lips. He looked at Annabel, whose face was buried in her hands— he looked back at Anna, who was regarding him with an easy composure which secretly irritated him. “The bravest of us have joints in our armour.
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