Now lend me your own hand. I think not, Annabel. . "No, I tell you," rejoined Jonathan, shouldering his way out of the crowd. It was a gorgeous May evening, the air redolent with the soapy purple scents of hyacinth and lilac. His build was medium, he would never 5 tower over his peers, yet his shoulders were broadening, betrayed by an undeveloped set of pectoral muscles underneath his button-down shirt that she could tell frustrated him.
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