McClintock could not browbeat him, storm as he might. . I'm a poor nurse. ” “There’s a sort of instinct of rebellion,” said Capes. “Girl friends. ” “I suppose,” said Constance, stencilling away at bright pink petals, “it’s our lot. Brendon,” Anna said. Poor Ben was not so fortunate. CHAPTER IX.
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