Who is she, I say?” “My sister!” Annabel faltered. It will hold aloof, a little undecided whether to pelt or not—” “That depends whether we carry ourselves as though we expected pelting,” said Ann Veronica. She had fallen asleep on the wooden bed, uncaring of lice or bedbugs.
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