“The young women of Jane Austen’s time didn’t get into this sort of scrape! At least—one thinks so. ” A spot of colour flared in Anna’s cheek as she glanced towards the speaker. It was an oldfashioned peasant blouse, white, square necked, and trimmed with lace. ” “Why not? Your spirits at least should be good. "Impossible!" echoed Wild, with a fearful imprecation. ‘It was your son who left the place empty then?’ he asked. CHAPTER XI.
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