H’m. During the wet monsoon the west beach was always littered. He removed his cockaded hat, putting it down between them as he sat at the other end, placing himself at an angle and, crossing his legs, leaned back at his ease, his eyes fixed on her face. Her hair was the one part of her that did not exude the air of wealth. ” “I am glad that you have a reasonable excuse for not having been to see me,” she said good-humouredly. “I have always,” she admitted calmly, “taken a certain amount of interest in Annabel’s future. CHAPTER XX. ” “It’s Shari’s work.
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