Annabel passed on with a strained nod to her sister, and Sir John’s bow was a miracle of icy displeasure. She fidgeted and looked away. She was the first to hear another car approaching from the street, an odd occurrence in an elementary school lot that had been abandoned for the weekend. " "Who told you this is his portrait?" demanded Trenchard. See paragraph 1.
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