“Don’t fence with me,” Anna cried fiercely. Sorvelli caught me! In Fourth Grade, I broke my arm because I tripped on a metal doorway. “We were good friends in Paris, weren’t we? You made me all sorts of promises, we planned no end of nice things, and then—without a word to any one you disappeared. It was true. “Never—but, by Jove, you had a narrow escape,” Ennison exclaimed.
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