Annabel shook her head. Why should you wish to forget it? Unless it is that you did not enjoy it. “What I mean is. And I’ll have that story off you as we journey back to town. And she buried herself beneath the straw, which she tossed above her head with the wildest gestures. He swore that I was his wife, and—I shot him, Nigel, as his arms were closing around me. ’ ‘Me, miss?’ uttered Mrs Ibstock doubtfully. ‘More nor that.
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