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Annabel had taken her life into her hands with gay insouciance, had made her own friends, gone her own way. Most of the tables were for those who smoked only and drank wine, but there were a few spread with tablecloths and laid for dinner. He kept his keen eyes steadily fixed on Thames, as if awaiting to be addressed. She was clad in fresh linen, but still wore the riding-habit she had appropriated, having sponged out the spots of blood late last night and left it to dry in the kitchens. Don’t be afraid to go on thinking it. He thought it best to let the matter drop.
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