” “In Paris, I think,” Ennison answered. I don't want her hurt. "Hush!" she said, putting her lean fingers to her lips. ‘I wish you joy of the wench. And don’t tell me what you’ve been up to, dashing off to Remenham House with that Kimble lad, and Lord knows what besides, because I don’t want to know. “For I know that you love Ennison. The tropical dawn is swift.
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