Ann Veronica sat back in an attitude of inattention, her eyes on a distant game of cricket, her mind perplexed and busy. Brendon made a quick movement forward. ” She laid her hand softly upon his. There were doorways to peer into, dim cluttered holes with shadowy forms moving about, potters and rug-weavers. ‘Softly, you say?’ she uttered, raging. ” Annabel no longer attempted to conceal her emotion.
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