. . How dare you use my name and sing my songs?” Anna looked at her sister in blank amazement. ‘Yes, dear Nan, a flirtation. . Coldly she spoke, in a distinctly accented voice. “Will you come in, Sir John. ‘You are Mrs Ibstock, I think,’ she said eagerly.
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