Here we are absconding, pretending to be what we are not; shady, to say the least of it. Annabel passed on with a strained nod to her sister, and Sir John’s bow was a miracle of icy displeasure. Ramage went up the Avenue, and she hurried along the path with a beating heart and a disagreeable sense of unsolved problems in her mind.
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