” In the car, John was wound up. “Listen, Annabel,” he said hoarsely. But at length, there was a click, and with a swish, the panel of painted books swung outward from the wall. She climbed slowly towards it, keeping close to the hedge side, fragrant with wild roses, and holding her skirts high above the dew-laden grass. Well, after all, he seemed to be turning the subject.
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