” Annabel laughed derisively and took up her book. Had he not said as much at Remenham House? She allowed him to march her through the chapel without resistance. While the strife raged between the principals, the watermen in the larger wherry were occupied in stemming the force of the torrent, and endeavouring to keep the boats, they had lashed together, stationary. She was aware of the body of the court, of clerks seated at a black table littered with papers, of policemen standing about stiffly with expressions of conscious integrity, and a murmuring background of the heads and shoulders of spectators close behind her. ‘Don’t be silly. “My child, I do not wish. "The manager says there is still some doubt. I am sorry that I do not know any one in London. She backed away from him. No one had lived here since old man Remenham had died some eighteen months ago, for the heir, so it was rumoured, was a relative with property of his own. Ann Veronica watched her and wondered about her.
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