“Did he tell you, Annabel?” “Yes. Annabel passed on with a strained nod to her sister, and Sir John’s bow was a miracle of icy displeasure. The air, perfumed with the delicious fragrance of the new-mown grass, was vocal with the melodies of the birds; the thick foliage of the trees was glistening in the sunshine; all nature seemed happy and rejoicing; but, above all, the serene Sabbath stillness reigning around communicated a calm to her wounded spirit. ” He shook her diminutive hand. Automatically, she glanced at the slight red graze left on her neck that marked the point where Gerald’s sword had nicked her. Um. They became aware of the waitress standing over them with book and pencil ready for their bill. “I think we’ve exhausted this discussion,” she said.
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