“Lady Ferringhall, sir. Michelle’s eyes were red and bloodshot. Annabel lounged in her chair with a sort of insolent abandon in her pose, and wide-open eyes which never flinched or drooped. ’ ‘Well, don’t bite my head off,’ protested Mrs Sindlesham, clearly amused. “Go down and rescue the rags of my reputation,” she said, smiling. She stood without motion and without strength. She spotted her opportunity. “There, there, now.
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