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“My husband knows all. It is picturesquely situated beneath a tree on the high road, not far from the little hostel before mentioned, and at no great distance from the church. She spent the morning up to ten in writing a series of unsuccessful letters to Ramage, which she tore up unfinished; and finally she desisted and put on her jacket and went out into the lamp-lit obscurity and slimy streets. “My dear Annabel,” she said, “this is delightful, but I thought that it was forbidden. He was never known to err, and was as much dreaded as the jailfever in consequence. A cold shiver came over her. After all, his was a pleasant face, and a pleasant voice, and very likely Annabel had behaved badly. It was high afternoon, there was no great throng of footpassengers, and many an eye from omnibus and pavement rested gratefully on her fresh, trim presence as she passed young and erect, with the light of determination shining through the quiet self-possession of her face.
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