” John peered at her as she went to him. “Annabel,” she said, “you are my sister, or I would bid you take the flowers if you care for them, and leave the room. Washed in light from the vestry window, she held her ground, all thought at bay, bar the steel determination long ago instilled in her by her unconventional tutor. The train, meantime, had passed Marylebone Lane, when it again paused for a moment, at Jack's request, near the door of a public-house called the City of Oxford. ‘You talk together of me as if I am not there.
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