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“Act three. Lucy had baked the apple and pumpkin pies, carefully molding the flour crusts and adding extra teaspoonfuls of allspice and cinnamon while no one looked. That she possessed any sense of humour was in itself one of those human miracles which metaphysicians are always pothering over without arriving anywhere; for her previous environment had been particularly humourless. It dropped sideways and fell with a bang to the table. After all, it was what she had been praying for—and Annabel could not have known her address. I'll call for you after lunch. Do you know, Annabel, that you are my wife.
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