She fled. ‘Oh, you may come to me on any mission you like,’ uttered Mrs Sindlesham roguishly. “You are late,” she murmured. Each became frightfully aware of the other as a plastic energetic body, of the strong muscles of neck against cheek, of hands gripping shoulder-blade and waist. Annabel had taken her life into her hands with gay insouciance, had made her own friends, gone her own way. . The trip took a full day.
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