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’ I don’t know what you’d call it —a sort of witchery, almost suggestiveness. From time to time the man below would shout, and the boy would let the threads go with the snap of a harpist, only to recover them instantly. She watched her friend rise and go towards her affianced husband, a look of mischief in her face. Annabel was born soulless, a human butterfly, if ever there was one.
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