” Annabel shivered a little and looked around her. You were never married at all. Mac—the old gossip—knew about everything going on in that part of the world; and if Enschede was anything up to the picture the girl had drawn, McClintock would have heard of him, naturally. Blotted out—Love! With infinite care, through nearly a thousand pages, her father had obliterated the word Love.
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