I'm one of those unfortunate duffers who have too much imagination—the kind who build their own chimeras and then run away from them. It was her past now, not Annabel’s. Then came the javelin-men, walking four abreast, and lastly, a long line of constables, marching in the same order. . A town called Foster. “Diedermayer’s a kiss-ass. Manning,” she said, “I HAVE a confession to make.
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