” “But Italy—” “Italy’s for a good girl,” he said, and laid his hand for a moment on her shoulder. ” “They were my posters,” Annabel said. But we've got to cook up some kind of a story to protect her. The man turned at the exclamation, and so did several of the bystanders; but they could not make out who had uttered it. The air, perfumed with the delicious fragrance of the new-mown grass, was vocal with the melodies of the birds; the thick foliage of the trees was glistening in the sunshine; all nature seemed happy and rejoicing; but, above all, the serene Sabbath stillness reigning around communicated a calm to her wounded spirit. Not so bad. ’ The sergeant’s air became positively avuncular. It wouldn't do to say that she was from the hospital. ’ ‘Get going, then,’ Trodger told his men.
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