It was past seven when she got back to her hotel. There was no response. “My dear Annabel,” she said, “this is delightful, but I thought that it was forbidden. The horse-soldiers wheeled round and cleared a path: the foot closed in upon the cart. “Idiotic, isn’t it?” “Absolutely,” she agreed coldly.
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