Courtlaw found himself ushered without questions into Annabel’s long low drawing-room, fragrant with flowers and somewhat to his surprise, crowded with guests. Perhaps it had been pick-pocketed or jostled from her dress in a hunt. She had imagined that prisons were white-tiled places, reeking of lime-wash and immaculately sanitary.
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