It had her raven locks, her pouting lips. She could smell him almost as strongly as she could the new paint on the fire escape walls, along with the wool suit and the weird polyester smell of his wet umbrella. It was not only Leonardo who had instilled in her this distrust of men. "If so, it won't pay. She would be healthy, too, and vigorous. " The poor widow hung her head, and pressed her child closer to her breast. Annabel shook her head.
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