” “Not long ago,” she said, “you left me in anger, partly because of this exchange of identities between Annabel and myself. ‘What would you? The nuns they would not believe me, and so it was not possible for me to stay. ” She repeated, as if she answered an objector: “A sort of blacklegging. ” They hesitated. He had certain orders from which on no account was he to deviate. If he was asleep, then she much regretted that she must wake him up. The asylum was approached by a broad gravel walk, leading through a garden edged on either side by a stone balustrade, and shaded by tufted trees. ‘Oh, peste. With a swirl of her floral chintz petticoats, she placed herself in the capacious window seat, accepted the glass Gerald handed to her, and smiled mischievously up at him.
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