” Anna was thoughtful. ” Annabel moistened her dry lips with a handkerchief steeped in eau de Cologne. If they hadn't sent for me, you'd have pegged out before morning. “Please stay,” she said briefly. She looked at the suitcase sadly and stashed it underneath her bed. But her husband, whose deportment to her was considerably changed since the fatal knot had been tied, paid no attention whatever to her grief. To walk beside him, dressed akin to him, rucksacked and companionable, was bliss in itself; each step she took was like stepping once more across the threshold of heaven. What of Gosse, whom those soldiers had allowed to escape? Hiding—or perhaps gone.
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