“Soon enough, John. For so far she had kept it uncashed. "Not my king's," returned Wood. “Oh, I can’t thank you. Annabel passed on with a strained nod to her sister, and Sir John’s bow was a miracle of icy displeasure. She ought to be softened and tender and confidential at this phase of her life. .
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