Had it come already? Chapter XXVII JOHN FERRINGHAM, GENTLEMAN “Confess, my dear husband,” Annabel said lightly, “that you are bewildered. “I expected you this morning,” he said. Oh, the scent of the flowers that day, the delicious quiet, the swallows that dived before us in the river.
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