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Now keep still. I have—run away. Annabel passed on with a strained nod to her sister, and Sir John’s bow was a miracle of icy displeasure. “The bravest of us have joints in our armour. "I did not know … that it was … like that!" She stepped back; but as his hands fell she caught and held them tightly.
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