” “Annabel is a prophetess,” he declared. ” Ann Veronica said nothing, and Miss Klegg went on: “He very often IS— most unfair. I was the black sheep, I was hurried out of the way. It needs cultivating, I think. With a rustle of her full lilac petticoats, Miss Froxfield turned back to Alderley. She would wake in the night to repeat her bitter cry: “Oh, why did I burn those notes?” It added greatly to the annoyance of the situation that she had twice seen Ramage in the Avenue since her return to the shelter of her father’s roof.
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