It was your sister who married Sir John Ferringhall the other day, wasn’t it?” Anna nodded. Sir John, by instinct and training, was an unimaginative person. \" She opened her eyes widely, as to better appear unworldly and unscathed. Presently he turned to Courtlaw. She flung herself back into the bare little room, cold, empty, comfortless. Michelle's home was one of the smaller palaces, made solidly of red brick with charming black shutters and window boxes full of drooping violets. “Why should one pretend?” she whispered.
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