She fell with a plop onto her rear end in the mud and sat dumbly like a statue, water eddying around her. The young man entered into a lively little war of words with a yellow-haired young person near the door. She didn’t trust Gianfrancesco, you know, she called him a ‘bad husband’. Annabel was born soulless, a human butterfly, if ever there was one. She seemed honestly glad to see him. " Jack approached her. See paragraph 1.
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