She crawled into her small bed, dizzy with the thoughts of him, of kissing him. ” “But Hainault—was—a pal. ‘I’ll play you at your own game,’ he growled, holding the foreshortened foil in place with rigid control. She glanced into his face. Nigel Ennison, Annabel. Away up on the hillside was the little country railway station.
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