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‘Something for you, Lucy?’ he asked, interrupting a heated argument that had obviously been in progress for some little time before their arrival. Below her stretched a valley of rich meadowland, of yellow cornfields, and beyond moorland hillside glorious with purple heather and golden gorse. She spoke slowly. I’ve been wondering where she got her dogged will, and that hot-headed adventurous spirit, for it wasn’t from either Mary or Nicholas, that’s sure. Annabel a murderess! It was not possible. "Hold hard," cried he, addressing the waterman; "I'll give the gentleman a lift. Her mother informed her of the betrothal on the first painful day of her menarche, shortly after her eleventh birthday.
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