” “You are sure that he asked for me—not for Annabel?” “Certain,” Courtlaw answered. Shot him, do you hear?” “Good God!” he exclaimed, looking at her curiously. “You are the Sir John Ferringhall who has bought the Lyndmore estate, are you not?” she remarked. Annabel laughed a little uneasily. If you will think only of one trifling aspect—the inconvenience it must be to us to explain your absence—I think you may begin to realize what it all means for us. " This went on for ten days. Ray did not pace, he just stood. Her mind invoked her husband, who she imagined lying dead in a ditch somewhere, tortured and killed by brigands or perhaps eaten by creatures like herself, a fate he actually deserved. She should be lifted out of her narrow little life, and it should be all owing to him. Will you not remember what has passed between us? I have the right to take my place by your side. ‘But―but how can he know?’ His soldier’s instinct overtook Gerald and he dropped all his insouciance in a bang, becoming brisk.
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