So far as the eye could reach, the white level road, with its fringe of elm-trees, was empty. ‘You mean—’ ‘Hilary!’ Lucy turned excited eyes back to Alderley. “A new admirer, Annabel? But what has that to do with your going to England?” “Everything! He is Sir John Ferringhall—very stupid, very respectable, very egotistical.
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