” She glanced out of the window, and the distant trees were a froth of hard spring green and almond blossom. ‘Do you swear it? There’s no knowing if one can believe you. Remember what the conjuror said. A sea voyage under sail will be the making of him. It grew clear to her that throughout all her wild raid for independence she had done nothing for anybody, and many people had done things for her. I have been imaging—” “Mr. ” She laughed softly to herself. “Sir John of course disapproves of me,” she remarked slowly.
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