Shall I send him to Sir John?” Annabel was white to the lips, but her anger was not yet spent. The preparations to meet him were immense, roses were planted everywhere, white and drooping with honeyed fragrance. She sank upon her knees and unbuttoned his coat. At the least, the tales had the ability to make her forget where she was; which was something in their favour.
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