Should be home soon. ’ ‘The word of whom?’ came scoffingly from the pretty lips. ‘Oh, my God, she’s gone!’ Wrenching his hand from his friend’s slackened grasp, he darted for the door, Roding behind him. Loving was better than that. He had been reading Belfort Bax, and declared himself a convert. Winds returned, the gardens withered, and roses would not bloom. ” “I promise,” Annabel declared.
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