Sir John looked about him, and somehow the laugh died away. She felt flattered. 'But I don't desire to spoil sport,—not I. “Why, what is the matter with you? What do you mean?” Annabel laughed scornfully. certainly did seem to improve the aspect of Ramage’s suggestion. I asked him to take me away, and hide me. I’d only have to do something about it, and that I can’t. She could feel his breath on her skin, every hair on her arms and neck raised in response. ‘Here, miss,’ came faintly from somewhere close at hand.
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