All four people moved a little nervously into the drawing-room, maintaining a sort of fluttered amiability of sound and movement. "So I have," replied Hogarth, glancing at Sheppard. It was your sister who married Sir John Ferringhall the other day, wasn’t it?” Anna nodded. Every movable mirror had been placed here, to discourage vanity, and since no whitewash covered the brocaded purple wallpaper, its pervasive hue gave an added sense of heaviness to the crowded chamber. “How’d you know it was me?” He looked conspiratorially into the room for hidden informants.
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