" "But, Mac. " But she did not complete the thought aloud. It was your sister who married Sir John Ferringhall the other day, wasn’t it?” Anna nodded. Ann Veronica paused before she answered. ‘The poor girl was thrust into a convent to become a nun. You’re mine. But we’ve got the brains to get over that, and tongues in our heads to talk to each other. Believe me, Anna. ‘Mademoiselle,’ he had greeted her, entering the little private parlour where, Martha being at prayer in their room, she sat alone, reading over and over the letter Mother Abbess had given her and revolving plans in her head. And then: “Of course! Always. Courtlaw might have been able to give me an idea where to stop.
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