That was what she was trying to make him understand. Annabel passed on with a strained nod to her sister, and Sir John’s bow was a miracle of icy displeasure. She shivered, more due to his presence than the changing weather. She threw hat and coat on the bed and sat down before the fire. The world is like a peppery horse.
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