Annabel seated herself in an easy chair and determined to wait for her sister’s return. So it would always be between herself and Manning. She was sick of herself, of her life, of everything but him; and for him all her masked and hidden being was crying out. ’ ‘Aye, but she don’t reckon to militiamen. I am going to make a fresh start. “Nigel, Nigel,” she cried.
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