He looked at it with uplifted eyebrows, but made no remark. Cheveney strolled up, a pipe in his mouth. She meant to leave anyway, or so she would tell herself later. I never forgive an injury. You have been her guardian angel. ” He spoke loudly. Shall I send him to Sir John?” Annabel was white to the lips, but her anger was not yet spent.
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