My name is Annabel, not Anna. She slipped down the perfunctory flight of stairs, short because of the home’s split-level style. She was naturally weaker, she would tire quicker, and she need not concern herself with the peculiar obligations of honour obtaining amongst gentlemen. And she defies me. Before leaving the place he looked upwards, and could just discern the blue vault and pale stars of Heaven through an iron grating at the top. Too much, perhaps. I wonder.
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