Perhaps I deceived you about it. It was a perfect windless spring day, a Sunday. Had it come already? Chapter XXVII JOHN FERRINGHAM, GENTLEMAN “Confess, my dear husband,” Annabel said lightly, “that you are bewildered. “I wonder what you could do?” he said. She shrugged her shoulders.
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