‘I do not see at all. So the young fool had not told her! McClintock had suspected as much. Her English was halting. ” “May I ask,” Anna said softly, “what you presume to have been the nature of my errand here this evening?” Sir John pointed to Annabel, who was as yet utterly limp. No doubt he knew enough of his world to recognise that he stood little chance against the word of a major of militia. Wood obeyed. " "Poor soul!—poor soul!" groaned Wood, brushing the tears from his vision. “Anna,” he pleaded, “be merciful. His voice had changed, the joy had gone out of it; and she understood that something from the past had rolled up to spoil this hour. I care for you. Martha had been more to her than that.
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