The air might be cool, but half an hour without head-gear was an invitation to sunstroke. She was not squeamish—although the sight of the sergeant’s ominous preparations had severely tried her fortitude—but Kimble’s white face plagued her conscience. ’ She stopped, her lips tightening. “My dear Anna,” he answered.
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