It was not a cambric curtain Ruth had drawn across that part of her life: it was of iron. But he had been forewarned by his great-nephew. ” “She has changed a good deal,” Anna admitted. " "A short man, isn't he, about your height, Sir,—with a yellow beard, and a face as sly as a fox's?" "Hem!" replied Wood, coughing slightly to conceal a smile; "the description's not amiss. When she awoke from a pleasant dream an hour later, she was shocked to find herself restrained in a bed that was not hers and not the inn’s. For a time Ann Veronica’s attention was diverted by her aunt’s interest in the salted almonds.
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