“No you don’t!” said Ann Veronica, and walked out at a brisk and businesslike pace toward the house. ‘You see now how dangerous it is to play this lone hand. Shall I send him to Sir John?” Annabel was white to the lips, but her anger was not yet spent. . Annabel passed on with a strained nod to her sister, and Sir John’s bow was a miracle of icy displeasure. ” “I’m so glad you’ll go.
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