To Gerald’s eye, the refugees therefore presented a rather forlorn little group, almost huddling together and chattering in low tones in their own tongue. “You needn’t say a word more,” Mr. “One doesn’t wait,” said Ann Veronica. ‘Shall we abandon the guard, then, sir?’ ‘Certainly not. The latter looked very pale, either from the effect of his wound, which was not yet entirely healed, or from suppressed emotion,—partly, perhaps, from both causes,—and wore his left arm in a sling. Annabel watched her with wide-open, terrified eyes.
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