“Wild horses—not if they have all the mounted police in London—shan’t keep me out. Their minds are turned against him. ‘You seem to understand the gentry very well. He will tell you confidentially that he simply hates the place. The stranger started at the touch, and spoke. Anna came back into the sitting-room with a little sigh of relief. “Yes?” “You remember once, how we talked—at a gate on the Downs? We talked about how a girl might get an independent living. It was obviously pitched well, hitting her head at a good thirtyfive miles per hour.
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