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’ She spread her hands. '" "'This be the verse you grave for me: Here he lies where he longed to be; Home is the sailor, home from the sea. ” He stood quite silent for a moment, his eyes fixed upon her face. “Sir John!” Annabel gasped. ’ ‘Even if they militiamen weren’t there, miss,’ cautioned her cavalier, ‘you couldn’t go marching into the house open like. Besides, it did not fit her well, which was why the loose wimple had slipped. That is why I ask you.
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