The white cloth was instantly dyed with crimson; but, regardless of this, Jonathan continued his murderous assault. ’ ‘Don’t be too sure,’ said Miss Froxfield darkly, with a mischievous glance at her betrothed. For the first time, perhaps, in his life, he repented of his brutality. She went further: she doubted that he was fully conscious of where he was. But a biddable girl. “Sir John!” Annabel gasped. But for me it doesn’t matter.
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