Trust you. Annabel passed on with a strained nod to her sister, and Sir John’s bow was a miracle of icy displeasure. She was a trained being—trained by an implacable mother to one end. And mind he doesn't stir out of your sight, on any pretence whatever, till I call. ’ Gerald’s jaw tightened.
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